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Evil old men

We are reflected in their eyes

All that remains is to bare our last teeth when they are no longer needed

Nothing remains ahead, and the burden of memory weighs our necks down

I cannot imagine this

I cannot even imagine this

Clutching at life with gnarled fingers

Amid the crunch of banknotes and shiny faces

In the transparent skyscrapers of ungrateful children

They will stand their last line

They are capable of more than many of us

Their spirit did not break then, so what is there to fear now?

They seek salvation: some in church, some on television

It's so easy to go crazy, mixing all this with reality

Their faces, their mustiness, their hatred, their ashes

I am not afraid

To die

I am more afraid of being abandoned at someone's feet

"Cross yourself one last time and silently watch as the steamroller of the new world flattens you with the asphalt

Where they will build thousands of new, beautiful Glittering buildings, mocking monuments to the victims of war

A peacetime war that was never declared, with no end in sight, battles and tribunals

Where it's every man for himself, and everyone's hut is on the edge, where people don't see the enemy, even when they fall and die

And we are your murderers, your heirs, small fry, in the path of the coming avalanche that you constantly prophesied

A peacetime war that was never declared