We are fed up with fighting To find who was neither in love Knitting bodies in knots, Falling fading in moss Puppet faces infuried We exist to pretend we're The bows that forget all the cellos Preferring the shots And the last thing we've thought Is the one to endure it.
My brave Russian robber I am watching you there Arms wide open and shoulders growing Hard and heavy in pair. I am leaving you where I see you In your red blooded rest I won't see as you stay there, Falling into decay there, But you're welcome as guest!
We are fed up with fighting To find who was neither in love Knitting bodies in knots, Falling fading in moss Puppet faces infuried We exist to pretend we're The bows that forget all the cellos Preferring the shots And the last thing we've thought Is the one to endure it.
We are fed up with fighting Whose eyes were the wisest of four, We can kill with a word We've been trained and well-taught We will make it all over. In this house of the haunted With faces of faithful departed In transparent walls Our story will end With these traces of red In the brave Russian poems...
All the pages are burnt In Her black book of secrets All the bodies inwrought Tell me how She was innocent. She looks into your eyes From the gun smoking barrel You will join Her in time -
And Barabbas forgives my crime!
And Barabbas forgives my crime!
My brave Russian robber - You are watching me too - Mouth torn in despair 'll hardly ever compare With your red blooded forehead... In this world of the haunted Where never again We will rest in each other's embrace There's no music that can Wipe the tears off my face Over my lover buried
All the pages are burnt... All the bodies inwrought... She looks into your eyes... You will join Her in time! -
And Barabbas forgives my crime! And Barabbas forgives my crime! And Barabbas forgives my crime...