All it takes is a sign, one morning
A quiet and serene morning
Something tiny, that's for sure
It is written in our books, in Latin
Our torn rags of scoundrels
The irons at our ankles, far, far away
You laugh but be quiet, one morning
I'll have everything that shines in my hands
Look at my life, you see it face to face
Tell me your opinion, what do you want me to do about it?
That's all we have left at the end of our impasse
The time will come, everything will move seats
All it takes is a sign, one morning
A quiet and serene morning
Something tiny, that's for sure
It is written in our books, in Latin
And you'll see that the girls, oh yes you'll see
Will have eyes that shine this morning
No more hunger, no more tiredness but feasting,
With honey and vanilla and wine
Our torn rags of scoundrels
The irons at our ankles, far, far away
You laugh but be quiet, one morning
I'll have everything that shines in my hands
The steel that mutilates us and satin
Our useless wounds far away
We will change our gates into paths
We will change our cities into gardens
All it takes is a sign, one morning
A quiet and serene morning
Something tiny, that's for sure
It is written in our books, in Latin
Our torn rags of scoundrels
The irons at our ankles, far, far away