Here, the fields are watered with the sweat of working men,
Fields that are full of rocks.
Here, empty nets are pulled from the lake,
And we only speak when drunk.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry the inherited burden.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry it 'til the end.
We don't even want to piss facing our neighbors,
We don't even greet them.
We call acquaintances by their last names,
If we remember their names in the first place.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry the inherited burden.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry it 'til the end.
Here, the elderly speak of illness,
And long for death.
Some ramble about salvation,
That comes at the gates of Heaven.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry the inherited burden.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry it 'til the end.
Here, goddamnit, we don't blaspheme Him,
Or the crucified one.
We sing the same hymn and read,
The Bible like the Devil himself.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry the inherited burden.
If I cry, I cry facing a wall and thus,
I carry it 'til the end.
Dead standing, having surrendered,
Walks this somber folk.
Dead standing, having surrendered,
All meet their maker.