Lana Langusto - Gloom of the century

We don't have faces with you People don't notice us We are in front of you, hidden by the darkness Of someone else's eyes closed by someone And we have no happiness, troubles, desires And no soul that you have We cannot understand your suffering We cannot delve into the secrets of your phrases We are only silent in the gloom of the century Covered with the old rubbish of the years And you litter our body And beat your nonsense into us with your life And old age in us is a pattern of cracks It will overthrow the soil from under our feet And we will not become different now Because we will be remembered as anyone could! We, the return of the old streets What do you remember from childhood in you We are all people in this world A worn-out diamond by fate We are only silent in the gloom of the century Covered with the old rubbish of the years And you litter our body And beat your nonsense into us with your life And old age in us is a pattern of cracks It will overthrow the soil from under our feet And we will not become different now Because we will be remembered as anyone could! We, the return of the old streets What do you remember from childhood in you We are all people in this world A worn-out diamond by fate We are only silent in the gloom of the century Covered with the old rubbish of the years And you litter our body And beat your nonsense into us with your life