Birds In Row
Chat Noir
Unbearable vision of failure of the desperate sailors
Abandoned by the fortune of oil
Believe me, don't wait for a savior
Here's your sheet-steel coffin
May you appreciate

Believe me, do not look for an answer
There are still shits coming before you pass away
And I can't bear this snow
And I can't bear this room
And I wish my feet would have never known the dark streets of Cottbus

End

Maybe we could dance and smile and figure out we're still alive
As if we're not leaving our dreams along this late highway
Maybe we could wait for some better skies to come and shine
Over the tragedy we leave along white barricades

This was where we lived
This is where it ends

Common failure, common sailors
Abandoned by the fortune of oil