I hear the heart of the world beating louder and louder
That of the multitudes
And of solitude
I encounter more and more hatred, fear, death
It's almost an attitude
It's becoming a habit

When our loves will no longer be valid
Under this enormous sun
Then will come the countdown
On these burnt desires, on these burnt desires

The head of the dictator, the head of the shooter
Always in ambush
In the streets of Baghdad
If democracy can fall in ten hours
If the banks stay afloat
Waiting for the shipwreck

Then our loves will no longer be valid
Under this enormous sun
You won't be able to turn back
Chained, chained, chained, chained

It's just after the war we are in between
We wait for the next one
The last, the certain one
The economic war, deep down, it's not serious
It will have to bleed
Billions, hundreds

When our loves will no longer be valid
Under this enormous sun
Then will come the countdown on these desires
Then will come the countdown on these burnt desires
On these burnt desires, burnt, burnt.

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