Just a few degrees of latitude down
A few degrees of longitude, then to the left
Our imagination comes to a limit
There where the most silent screams are
In labyrinths, unimaginable
Lava stream from hell, icy cold
Who knows no mercy, only hits hard
Never hesitates, never spares anybody
Here the sins of our ancestors and
Our languor demand their tribute
"No prisoners!" is the password
Here the currency is flesh and blood
Naked in the wind that hollers and rages
In the hurricane that devours people
Naked in the wind that kills without a plan
Because it knows it will be soon forgotten
Prayers to demons and gods
Apparently they are not interested
That our supper scenery
Hopes for cards, shuffled anew
We throw coins up high and wait
That neither head nor tail shows
So once again nobody is to blame
And everyone can nurse their conscience
Just a few degrees of latitude to the south
And then to the east a child is crying
Before this song here fades out
It dies of hunger, dies naked in the wind
Naked in the wind that hollers and rages
In the hurricane that devours people
Naked in the wind that kills without a plan
Because it knows it will be soon forgotten