Black bread and black coffeeThe train is riding, evil carriages
They're driving me to prison.
The world has just four sides,
And I am not in this world.
When I opened my eyes,
Great sorrow overcame me.
Tears have streamed down my cheeks,
Then I understood, that
Black bread and black coffee,
Obsessed with loneliness,
Searching with their thought for happiness,
Which name is freedom. [note: It's not really possible to translate it accurately, poetry is damn tough
]
Black black bread and black coffee,
Obsessed with loneliness,
Searching with their thought for happiness,
Which name is freedom.
Younger sister asked:
-"Mom, where is my brother?"
-"Your brother is in a dark prison cell,
Sitting out his sentence".
Black black bread and black coffee,
Obsessed with loneliness,
Searching with their thought for happiness,
Which name is freedom.
Black black bread and black coffee,
Obsessed with loneliness,
Searching with their thought for happiness,
Which name is freedom.
Then a guard enters the cell
And starts to hit the prisoner.
Young prisoner falls on his face,
His heart stops beating.
And the blissful moment will come
Death will take my breath away,
They will carry my body away
And in the prison cell there will be: other
Black bread and black coffee,
Obsessed with loneliness,
Searching with their thought for happiness,
Which name is freedom.
Black bread and black coffee,
Obsessed with loneliness,
Searching with their thought for happiness,
Which name is freedom.
Black black bread and black coffee,
Obsessed with loneliness,
Searching with their thought for happiness,
Which name is freedom.
[note: I also didn't really know if I should use "loneliness" or "solitude", you may substitute them if you think it fits better.]