Ρόζα [Roza] [English translation]

My lips dry and thirsty

searching for water on the asphalt

the wheeled machines are running past me

and you are telling me that the rainfall awaits us

and you are pulling me into a damp cabaret

We are walking down the same street together

but our dungeons are separate

we are walking around a magic city

I no longer want to learn what we are looking for

it's enough if you give me just two kisses

you play me at roulette and you lose me

in a nightmare fairy tale

now my voice is the voice of an insect

my life an uprooted plant

you cut me off and toss me into the void

How need turns into history?

how history turns into silence?

why are you looking at me , Rosa, all numb?

forgive me for not understanding

what are the computers and the numbers say

My beloved, made of coal and sulphur,

how can time have altered you so?

the wheeled machines are running over us

and I in the fog and in the rain

Ι am sleeping by your side, foodless

How need turns into history?

how history turns into silence?

why are you looking at me , Rosa, all numb?

forgive me for not understanding

what are the computers and the numbers say