I've crossed the cinder fields
With pockets full of tears
I've tried to grow up quickly

The plans that I had lost
I've found them in my shoes
The time has its flaws and its faults

But God has gone away
Just on my birthday
Maybe he will return
Sooner or later...

La-La, La-La, La...

The trees sing in the night
The rain washes the mouth
The [bad word] behind a cloud
The silence of the crowd

We came toward the sunset walking with quick steps
On an electric road and we know that we must forget
With the future on our back and the weight of the past
The rings around our eyes are always getting more black

The fears flow down through your trembling legs
And the animal's [bad word] back
When the body lies and your soul melts
The polar [bad word] into myself