Woorden:
Artrosis Fetish English Version

[Translated, but not publised. In original disc was released in Polish version - Mur] You touch a wall And if you could You would suck up its plaster

[Instrumental]

Sewn with thin thread words - wind round the shape of stone mouth Abandoned gestures You come first then me Deafened with the song of senses you steal

I clench my fists instinctively Chilly wind of orders Quells in me zeal I am like a man-machine Ensnared by will-power This is right and this is wrong

Ognistych zwierzen ksztalt W mych ramion obreczy Powoli za krokiem krok stawiam Myslac co nowy przyniesie dzien Czy zdolam odnalezc cel zatracony gdzies

From the mouth's depth starving for sound A quiet tone is being born You feel stronger Turned into silence - you know You are alone again Time gives