The rope is tighten last restless breath

Under on the ground a scrawled piece of paper

Kind of a testament testimony of a life

Deceived promises in daily reprieves

 

I always did my best in order to remain in the rank

From school benches to the job I mechanically obey

What I saw in the magazines, I had it now

 

I believed in it… for a while

 

It was already late when I opened my eyes

I did not find any way out from this vicious circle

 

I consumed time, objects, and leisure

Bought projects on coming wages

I was sold a life I had to pay for it

And at the end of the road, work killed me

 

I worked in order to live, I ended living for work

Ready for any sacrifice for some salaried crumbs

At the mercy of orders and profitability

 

I hold my own… too long

 

It was much too late when I opened my eyes

I did not find any way out from this vicious circle

 

The head in the gears, suspended to a string

As a puppet that fear of losing everything makes tame

I’m only a merchandise as well as those I build

Fucking life everything is said you know the follow-up…

Traduction Fred Alpi

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