Impure Wilhelmina Gravel
We all
Carry our own gravel
And we barely have the strength to keep going on
Through the wind
Carry our own gravel
With our bodies bent like willows in the storm
And we mourn and sing this song
"This world is not for me
Blind soul"
And we scream and mourn and sing along
"This life is not for me
Blind heart, blind soul"
We all
Carry our own gravel
And the sludge, it seems like arms that drag us down
Through the wind
Carry our own gravel
And we follow a wandering star that shines with scorn
And we scream and mourn and sing along
"This life is not for me
Blind heart, blind soul"
And we mourn and sing this song
"This world is not for me
Dead soul"
And we scream and mourn and sing along
"This life is not for me
Dеad heart, dead soul"
