And our past loves.
Do I really have to remember all that again

The peoples of the earth rushed to find out who they were
The dead shivered with fear in their dark dwellings

My mouth will have ardors of Gehenna
My mouth will be a hell for you of sweetness and seduction

Men of the future remember me
I lived in the days when there stopped being kings

                             Always
We shall go further and never get anywhere

Open up can’t you hear me crying at your door

Will we never hear midnight sound

Finally I have a right to greet strangers
Who pass and gather a little ways off

Our story is noble and tragic
As the face of a tyrant not fun not for everyone

Ah
Mother, the dead
Mother, the dead are deafening now.