We continue to march without the seconds of Christmas
In this narrow morning,
you are trembling with fear.
Where do you feel it,
where does it crack,
it says and leads to the head.
The countdown has begun,
I wish for a cigarette.
One of your dreams,
and I'm waiting for it to burn out.
The beginning of your end has begun,
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
You have not been here in vain,
the house with bare hands will rise alone.
And I will keep it faithful,
and I will give it to my son.
The light of money,
the sun is shining,
you are my sun,
you are my power,
you are my light.
The light of money,
the sun is shining,
And I will keep it faithful.
I would leave without a cigarette.
I would leave without a cigarette.
I'll kiss you on the tip of the cane