Kapitulation

In the summer

The fires come

In mid-summer

The pyres burn

And, everything disappears

And, everybody hears

"Kapitulation, kapitulation

Kapitulation, kapitulation"

One week after the death

Of the leader

Two weeks after the birth

Of me

In the field of blackbirds

We beg to differ

In the field of blackbirds

We disagree

"Kapitulation, kapitulation

Kapitulation, kapitulation"

Our colour - the universe, grey!

Our colour - the universe, prey!

Our reason - I cannot say

Our judgement - we learn today

"Kapitulation, kapitulation

Kapitulation, kapitulation"

In the winter

The fires come

In mid-summer

Our pyres burn

And, all disappears

Yet, nobody hears

"Kapitulation!"