It enters quietly in our homes, It does not need to search,
To ransack, to break doors and windows down
We are the ones who deliver it. We have no other options
It doesn’t get dirty hands nor even a guilty conscience.
I worked so hard all summer long. I didn’t spend a cent
I didn’t use the car, I didn’t buy a thing
a little treasure I saved and I was trying to keep
but I always have that feeling, someone could take it away from me
The state steals my money. My money, my money
The state steals my money. My money, Fuck off
The most beautiful dress should have been my gift
Just to see you even more stunning and a bit proud of me.
But suddenly this morning without making any sound
the state took my money, and I never felt so down
On a sunny autumn morning I lost my nest-egg.
I have withdrawn it myself from the hiding that
I carefully sought and I handed it to those thieves.
But at least real thieves have some courage and some skills,
The state commit the same crime sitting there at ease,
scribbling senseless motivations, penalties and fees,
denying us the means to survive and keep on dreaming
of a heartfelt gift or what could make a life worth living