Repression (version anglaise)

Lyrics
First time I heard the word, it made me aware Blow from behind, it came from nowhere Acting without reason they protect if from defeat Requested by an ally called the champion of peace Always advancing death's rotten stench With her claws squeezing life from the future of men Automatic guns replace the legendary scythe Jailer and torturer, her army by her side Re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion I'm on a road that leads to no place In a circus with the clowns no paint on their face (repression) Like an armored tank eyes pointing to the front I really want to know, I want reassurance (repression) If you lose your memory in a bar you must Beware of the stranger smiling in the dark And sharping the blade of your intention On his face one expression to justify his actions Re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion In the vomit of the torture hall (re-pre-ssion) Masked eyes, backs against the wall (re-pre-ssion) Slaughtered children under military rules (re-pre-ssion) Stadiums of Chile where you pray like a fool (re-pre-ssion) Re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion, re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion, re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion, re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion !
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Credits
- Writers
- Suzy Glespen
- Tony Platt