Hell is only a question of time.
Eventually it comes and that's it.
Eventually I too use the main entrance and
they've said "you've lost your job."
It's true that my job has always been ugly,
but I did always call it my work.
And they've always moved retirement further down the road,
but that's my last thought right now.
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
I'm sorry if I offer you so little.
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
I wanted to give you everything I should have.
I wanted to give you everything I wanted to.
Hell is only a personal question.
Suddenly it's the place you're in.
At the bank they are nice but they don't give me anything,
The same kindness of a snake.
The days are long, they don't want to end.
The lights are almost all turned off.
The union asks for another mobilization,
For those who are still a part of it.
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
What have I done to deserve this?
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
I'm sorry if I will not give you enough.
I'm sorry if I will have to ask you for patience.
And the other day I saw the title holder.
He had swollen eyes,
A jacket that needed to be ironed.
He saw me and turned around, he felt bad.
His eyes were empty,
his beard needed a shave.
Hell is only a question of heat.
How is it that I feel freezing cold in my bones?
What do you do with a man that doesn't have a job?
All of those "I'd like to, but I cannot."
You should see how much darkness is under this sun,
but it's a lot if you can't see anything.
You should see where someone's thoughts arrive,
and see, my love, how scary they are.
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
I'm sorry if I offer you so little.
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
I wanted to give you everything I wanted to.
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
What have I done to deserve this?
I have nothing but you,
I have nothing but you,
I'm sorry if I will not give you enough.
I'm sorry if I will ask you for patience.