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I love this city, but it’s silent at night
Unarmed and killed,
indifferent witness of its own funeral
Unconcerned to its own executioners
Someone probably decided that we are naive like children
Not a bit of it! But though calm as our enemy seems
I can see how everyone boring stiff
Go right into his hands
Not a bit of it! I'll steal you, just give me a sign
You have to run fast, until it drives you into a corner
Where the seller of dolls waits
The seller of dolls waits, waits for the dolls.
Warm my fingers, because he doesn’t care about us
Look, he is frightened,
placing traps for himself and for others
He doesn't take a calendar from the wall
And believes that we are just like big toys
Not a bit of it!
But though calm as our enemy seems
I can see how everyone boring stiff
Go right into his hands
Not a bit of it!
I'll steal you, just give me a sign
You have to run fast, until it drives you into a corner
Where the seller of dolls waits
The seller of dolls waits, waits for the dolls.
Not a bit of it!
I'll steal you, just give me a sign
You have to run fast, until it drives you into a corner
Where the seller of dolls waits
The seller of dolls waits, waits for the dolls.