Blind, It will be gone if you don’t look The crow runs like a cat Everything is upside-down We walk with our fingers, We think using our feet. Dogs, Don’t move at all, if you don’t look The streets are empty Our stomachs are full We are the dogs of the king-fools. Blind ! We are Blind ! Blind ! We are Blind ! Blind ! We are Blind ! Hugs, Will be gone if you don’t look. We play the game of distance. Distance, cry, no friends at home. It will be gone. It will be gone. Death, Has surrounded us, our emptiness. We are together in this nightmare. Our freedom is dead. They speak for us, They have sewn our mouth. Blind ! We are Blind ! Blind ! We are Blind ! Blind ! We are Blind !