Who Cares - Silmarils, Clive Martin

Je n’ai que la peine a donner la misere a offrir

Et jamais personne a retenir, je passe dans les vies

Comme on passe dans les allees crasses

Le nouvel ordre ne m’a pas fait place

Je porte le fardeau

Des maudits du troupeau

En tant d’annees

J’ai connu tant de maux

La force n’est rien

Quand on n’a pas l’etoile

Does anyboby cares?

Vertu du progres nouveau millenaire

Sorter les griffes il faudra etre fiers

Froid et cynique, droit comme un!

Le nouvel homme n’aura pas de repit

J’ai porte le fardeau des epris du goulot

Mais les temps changent

Ne font plus de cadeaux

L’epoque elimine ceux qui n’ont plus de style

Does anybody cares?

Who cares…

Who cares…

Who cares…

I can hardly give the misery to offer

And no one to hold back, I pass through lives

As we pass through filthy alleys

The new order didn't make room for me

I carry the burden

Herd Curses

In so many years

I have known so many evils

Strength is nothing

When we don't have the star

Does anyboby cares?

Virtue of progress new millennium

Get your claws out we'll have to be proud

Cold and cynical, straight as one!

The new man will not rest

I carried the burden of bottleneck lovers

But times are changing

No more giveaways

The age eliminates those who no longer have style

Does anyone care?

Who cares…

Who cares…

Who cares…