Kapitulation
In the summer
The fires come
In mid-summer
The fires burn
And everything disappears
And everybody hears
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
One week after
The death of the leader
Two weeks after
The birth of me
In the field of blackbirds
We beg to differ
In the field of blackbirds
We disagree
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
Our colour: the universe, grey!
Our colour: the universe, prey!
Our reason: I cannot say
Our judgement: we learn today
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
Kapitulation
In the winter
The fires come
In mid-winter
Our pyres burn
And all disappears
Yet nobody hears
Kapitulation
