Maybe it's just the color of the sky
Dirt on the facades of this city
That has dragged me into misery
The river is a murky bit of poverty
No fish has been seen here for a long time
For which it's worth going fishing
The fishermen's daughters now catch men
Show leg and chest if they must
For a bit of money, one does anything in the world
They are the same ones who stand in line for us
On the streets to quickly give you a blow
Or let themselves be fucked in your car

Where swans fly over the mirror-smooth lake
A couple on the shore didn't see it while kissing

Now I sit at the bar, filled to the brim
With sons of bitches, fascists, Nazi faces
Who forget all the dirt here in drunkenness
And I know it's time to go
I've already laid my head on the counter
But I can't move my legs
So I stay until the first sunlight forces me out of this shithole and takes me with it
And my day begins in a better place

Where swans fly over the mirror-smooth lake
A couple on the shore didn't see it while kissing
Where swans fly over the mirror-smooth lake
A couple on the shore didn't see it while kissing

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES