Cafe Cosmopolite [English translation]

Our dreams run directly to the bottlenecks.

beautiful centliters (are) like tones in a tearful waltz

Morning darkness, by mother courage

there is only some kind of similar era, farces named surrogate.

Through the window we see heart fields run along us

There are no doctors here, we have our own medicine.

(we are) full of love, full of hate

Here the blind man sees that we can not see clearly.

Come sisters and brothers

to those (people) who are bleeding

outside (???)

We are already here since the day they closed the café

We don't need anything from outside, we have gin and ...

(You know) we speak in tongues, we sing our own songs

We do all to avoid that what people call remorse

Come sisters and brothers

to those (people) who are bleeding

outside

Our dreams run directly to the throats of the bottles.

Centliters (are) beautiful like tones in a tearful waltz

The mad (man) is free

in Café Cosmopolite

• Artist:Imperiet