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A large black sun turns over the valley
Mute chimneys - locked gates
Imovable wagons - abandoned towers
No more orange flame in the wet sky
They look like - at night - old fortified castles
Down by brambles - frost and death
A great icy wind makes the teeth grind
Metal monster which is drifting
I would like to work again - work again
Forge red steel with my golden hands
Work again - work again
Red steel and golden hands gold
I spent my life there - in this rolling mill
My lungs - my blood and my black anger
Horizons blocked there - the very rare suns
Like a red trench bleeding red bleeding on hope
They look like - in the evening - warships
Beaten by the waves - eaten away by the sea
Fallen on the flank - slapped by the tides
Defeated by money - the steel monsters
I would like to work again - work again
Forge the red steel with my golden hands
Still working - still working
Red steel and golden hands
I can no longer exist there
I can no longer live there
I'm no longer of any use - me
There's nothing left to do
When I no longer do anything - me
I cost less - me
Than when I worked - me
According to the experts
I killed myself producing
To earn nails
It's me who is delirious
Or who is going crazy
I can no longer exist there
I can no longer live there
I'm no longer of any use - me
There's nothing left to do
I would like work again - work again
Forging red steel with my golden hands
Work again - work again
Red steel and golden hands...