Chat Noir - Birds In Row

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