Original lyrics
ENThe warm blood fills the ears
The irresistible weight is on the eyelids
A stream of energy is wandering along the shoulders
Paralysis of limbs is blocking
The terrible impotence of the forefathers
The eternal race where is the winner?
The guilty and the sentensed the suffering one
It's not my fault
But I'm caring it
Why is the pulse in thelittle finger
Felt so strongly?
There's no justification
Perhaps there'll be forgiveness
It's horrible to be the sower of sadness
Because the harvest is painful
Oh, how I would like to fall a sleep
To feel the lustful warmth
To be free sonn
To free myself for you
