For his eyes were wide open and lit
No rapprochement
There'll be no return
There'll be no return
That he hated so, so much
No rapprochement
The angel would never submit
Wisdom without art
The tumbler stayed standing up
No conciliation
Constantly evil thing, curious
Surpassing cinema
Conscious of the falsification
The wheels of modern society
Hated with all his strength
And the harnessing of our reality
Somber, obscure, dark and luminous
He penetrated
Surpassing all the art
The tumbler stayed standing up
All of his life he flinched not
No conciliation
Vitriolic, stringent, prophetic
We brought oil where there was a fire
In this way for good we're bound to the devil
Wisdom without art
