Song Written in Paris के बोल

Slowly, with measured steps I walk, I walk and don’t look ahead I am forbidden to look around Forbidden by my convoy of anger and sadness Only they are my silent companions They lead me throught the streets of the city The city, where I will be buried How long? How long can the hatred last? You will ask me When it will swallow me - then everything will be over There’ll be a bile out of my mouth I am used to hate I can't do anything better than to hate and despise