歌词翻译 (English)
Tale of a Dark Cloud at a Pawnshop
Without light
We use dangerous instincts
To do the arithmetics
Evidently
Selling blood won't save you from poverty
Money is the division in this universe
Who exchanges iron for gold
Who exchanges their brains for garbage
Unbeknownst
Tomorrow depends on the market
Freedom is in the hands of the west
Quite normal
A sad song becomes a best seller
Troubled riders seem to be of surplus
Who exchanges luck for breath
Who exchanges soul for rice
Please choose
Between the treacherous tavern of fate
Or the kindergarten of god
Can't say
So the singers become talons
The Iron Curtain weighs heavy on the youth
Who exchanges dark clouds for stars
Who exchanges daggers for light
Near the house
Buying a new tomorrow
Not choosing
Not asking the market about tomorrow
Freedom is in the heart