Being an angel,
being a devil,
is just as unbearable,
my heart is alienated,
the music's always changing it
with black and white notes
This isn't really a problem,
it's a dream that flees
to the all new towns
where beggars reign,
my fear is a river
from which the children's tears arise
These songs making my voice weep
aren't mine
they revolve around
an old forgotten love
and all the words expire
because I want to tell you
I'm left speechless,
your eyes tear me up
your stare arrests me,
sad and blue
And I have you, my obscure dream
like among their walls
they're withdrawing, the prisoners
to be shot on the morrow
Being an angel,
being a devil,
is just as unbearable;
I can't change anymore,
in my heart
they're always mixing
the black and white tears