Empty endless jubilees
Re-enforce our lost freedom, oh well
With such little space to breath
Still subjects on our kneesProvincial trilogies
From the heart of our misery
Make way for history
Flickering like a long lost memoryNo JubileesBut in the excuse there lies the message
Is loneliness just an invention
The dream is escape, escape but a trap to fall
Desires are fed but will never stopProvincial trilogies
From the heart of our misery
Make way for history
Flickering like a long lost memoryNo JubileesProvincial trilogies
From the heart of our misery
Make way for history
Flickering like a long lost memoryno jubilees