No more visions for a backstreet palace
The Doorbell cries you've never heard [bad word] back to [bad word] back to life

Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face
The way of falling
The way of falling down

No more dreams for a happy nation
The journey ends in isolation
Nobody changes his horse in race

Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face
The way of falling
The way of falling down

No more [bad word] is growing at the old tree
The injured flesh will never be free
Under my bonds a thought of violence

Hundred years of lonelyness are written in your face
Hundred years of loneliness are written in your face