deported on 8th avenue
I’m paying my truth’s tax
and whenever the need gives me an order
How (much) this truth frightens me
Birds of Paradise become silent
It’s the same with or without you
Do not turn this street’s lights on
Don’t you just ever stop saying you love me
Because only tears, only tears
And my life, countless shipwrecks
only tears, only tears
And my life, countless shipwrecks
My soul sags every now and then
I want you, but I don’t have, to give you
I;m struggling, with nothing* beside me (*meaning noone)
my end is watcing me and is laughing
My blood into my veins got sick
I’m counting my incumbency days
The guilty ones will never pay
And they will crucifie me on a Golgotha
Because only tears, only tears
And my life, countless shipwrecks
only tears, only tears
And my life, countless shipwrecks