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 !