Whose fault is this? (08:51) Traduci

Memories come from the depth of me,
count out time
My horsea is thirsty,
his race has been very hard
"Drink my wine!"
The last obstacle has just been jumped
but the Great Choreographer is not yet satisfied.
So he's always up to some trick or other,
and other...
"Remember the show has to go on,
no matter the price you will pay,
don't care what you say,
don't you use your head, you could ruin it!"
Oh, my Lord, forgive me, for I have sinned!
I ought to be damned!

Father, Mother,
I heard from you about this God
but I'm not sure he is the right one

No more wine and no more water
to quench horseas thirst
next race will be maybe the last one
"What does a horsea matter
compared to my Holy Will?"

Children die all around,
so do I have to think that this is your will,
to kill or to be killed!
I can't believe that someone in your state
(if you existed)
wouldn't do something so that we could believe!
Women raped...
children stolen from their mothers...
and people building up more and more weapons...
How long will we wait for a help that can't arrive?
No more wine and no more water too
to quench our people thirst,
and no food to feed them,
only weapons to destroy their lives, their poor lives
Useless, meaningless to put the blame
on God and on fate
we don't seem to have a working brain, nor a heart
Too much better to be all frozen,
to wake in the spring
in two or three thousand years... goodbye...