We did upon one another every possible wrong
Man has given out blows, often remorselessly
He was deaf to bad luck
Who will be the strongest?
In the name of which god, which piece of land?
Who will throw the last stone?
So much horror in our history
So many holes in our memory
We fell helpless
Under a dark sky
Too often dark
Dark
Too often dark
Could it be the spirit of the times?
Just like everywhere else, seasons upside down
And promises that remain blurry
What if we were blinded by our indifference?
If, one by one, our truths turned into our consequences?
We must face the facts
It's about our history,
Our pitfalls and our hopes
Often, the winds turn
Under a dark sky
Too often dark
Dark
Too often dark
The shade under the rain
Under the same sky
Far from what's essential,
Taking shelter from the bad weather
Our lives fly away
We see what the spring will be
In twenty years
Dark
Too often dark
Dark
Too often dark
We did upon one another every possible wrong