Afiches

Cruel on the poster,
the propaganda sends cruel on the poster,
and in the fetish of a paper poster
illusion is sold,
the heart is raffled...
And then you appear
selling the last shred of youth,
carrying the cross for me again.
Cruel on the poster, you laugh, heart!
It makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner!

Now the night gives the gate
its dark circles...
Now the air wets its brush
and with it creates spring...
But what?
if your things are there but you are not,
because you are something for everyone,
like a nude in a shop window...
I fought by your side, for you,
for God, and I lost you!

I gave you a home...
I was always poor, but I gave you a home!
My smiles from fighting wore out,
fighting for you,
bleeding for you...
Then the truth,
which is to rub sand on the palate
and drown without being able to scream.
I gave you a home...
- it was love's fault! -
It makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner!