Ρόζα [Roza] [English translation]

My lips dry and thirsty,

(They) Search the asphalt for water,

The vehicles pass by me,

And you tell me that a rainshower awaits us,

And you drag me to a damp cabaret.

We walk along together on the same road,

But our cells are separate,

We go about in a magic state,

I no longer want to know what we ask for,

It's enough for you to grant me two kisses.

You play me at roulette and you lose me,

In a nightmarish tale,

My voice is now the voice of an insect,

My life is now a climbing plant,

You cut me and you throw me to the void.

Oh, how need becomes history,

Oh, how history becomes silence,

What are you looking at me for, Rosa, all numb?

Forgive me for not understanding

What the computers and the numbers say.

My love, from coal and brimstone,

How time has changed you so,

The vehicles pass over us,

And I in the fog and in the rainshower,

I sleep by your side, hungry.

Oh, how need becomes history,

Oh, how history becomes silence,

What are you looking at me for, Roza, all numb?

Forgive me for not understanding

What the computers and the numbers say.