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Father, take this cup away from me
Father, take this cup away from me
Father, take this cup away from me
Of wine red with blood
How to drink of this bitter drink
Swallow the pain, swallow the toil
Even if my mouth is silent, my chest remains
Silence in the city cannot be heard
What is the point of being the son of the saint
It would be better to be someone else's son
Another, less dead reality
So many lies, so much brute force
How difficult it is to wake up in silence
If in the dead of night I It hurts me
I want to launch an inhuman scream
Which is a way of being heard
This whole silence stuns me
Stunned I remain attentive
In the stands for at any moment
See the monster emerge from the lagoon
From being too fat, the sow no longer walks
From being used too much, the knife no longer cuts
How is it? It's difficult, Dad, to open the door
That word stuck in your throat
This Homeric drunkenness in the world
What's the point of having good will
Even if you keep your chest quiet, you're left with your ass
Of the drunks in the city center
Maybe the world is not small
Nor is life a fait accompli
I want to invent my own sin
I want to die from my own poison
I want to lose your mind once and for all
My mind loses your mind
I want to smell diesel smoke
Get drunk until someone forget me