Anhedonia

Time passes again
But there's no spring in Anhedonia
Time cries again
But there's no spring in Anhedonia
And although the lights are soft
And the cinema is here
There's nothing to do
At night nothing happens
Nothing but the train
An angel flies in Paris
And a boy is born almost in Anhedonia
It's so far from here
Because she only lives in Anhedonia
She made a blood pact
Despite me
I don't have to pack
I feel nothing
Nothing more in me
I don't have to go back
Blood on the street, street
We don't have to live like this
Because before your mother
Long before the pain
Love changes your blood
Because the night is so gentle
And the time is happy
I don't have to pack
I feel nothing