Afiche

Cruel on the poster
The propaganda commands cruel on the poster
And in the fetish of a paper poster
Illusion is sold, heart is raffled
And there you appear, selling the last shred of youth
Once again burdening me with the cross

Cruel on the poster, heart, you laugh
Makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner

Night falls on the gate, its skin of dark circles
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 already
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 rubbing sand on the palate
And drowning without being able to scream

I gave you a home, it was love's fault
Makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner

Night falls on the gate, its skin of dark circles
The air wets its brush
And creates spring with it

But what if your things are there but you are not
Because you are something for everyone already
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 rubbing sand on the palate
And drowning without being able to scream

I gave you a home, it was love's fault
Makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner