Morning papers have no feelings they are never silent, but always counting, quietely the room is clean, the blood´s away and everyone proceeds to the order of the day Hate `till the end, can´t stop the program never forgive and never forget hate till the end, can´t stop the program never forgive, what is left? In the shop window I pass I can see a sign which says: Nevertheless. c´est amusant parce que je suis deja en train de croire qu'il n'ya pas d'espoire