Your spring is a nightmare
In which the state gives in to pornography
The nothing and the nothing to distinguish
Until then you no longer know what to feel
You think you have a belief
Then you adapt it to who you are
And how can my love be clear
If it is my nation that pollutes it
I know how a man must decide
But now I no longer know what to feel
You find yourself on the lips
Justifying what you are
Even hating is a right, you know?
Your spring is a nightmare
Disobeying acquires an extra meaning

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