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Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of red wine of blood

How to drink this bitter drink
Swallow the pain, swallow the toil
Even if you keep your mouth shut, your chest remains
Silence in the city is not heard
What good is it to me to be the son of the saint?
It would be better to be the other person's son
Another less dead reality
So many lies, so much brute force

How difficult it is to wake up silent
If in the dead of night I get hurt
I want to let out an inhuman scream
Which is a way to be heard
All this silence stuns me
Stunned I remain attentive
In the stands at any moment
See the monster emerge from the lagoon

The pig is so fat that it can no longer walk
The knife is so used that it no longer cuts
How difficult it is, father, to open the door
That word stuck in my throat
This epic drunkenness in the world
What's the point of having good will?
Even if the chest is silent, the head remains
From the drunks of the city center

Maybe the world is not small
Let life not be a fait accompli
I want to invent my own sin
I want to die from my own poison
I want to lose your head once and for all
My head loses its mind
I want to smell diesel smoke
Get drunk until someone forgets me