Nadja
who has taken your mittens
Nadja
what has happened with your shoe
While the flakes fall
while the shadows grow
is there something that drips
that is sticky as blood
Najda
have you finished playing already
Nadja
is the fun finished
You aren't allowed to belong
In the new Europe
And what is it that is running
from your torn blouse
Najda
who has taken your summers
Who has taken your springs
Who has stolen your time
Nadja
who fired on your dreams
Who buried your aspirations
Who has taken your life
Najda
where are all the wise ones
those who control and decide
those who say, they know
Nadja
where are all the strong ones
all those who rule
They want to see nothing.
Najda
there is no one who answers
Nadja
there is no one who hears
While the flakes fall
in the new Europe
there is a spot of blood that grows
while the dreams die.