Giardini di Mirò - Too Much Static for a Beguine Lyrics

Yesterday the sun appeared
And all its chilled indifference, masculine, traitor
And into that milling swarm
The enemies pointed their guns towards the window panes of our rooms
Tonight, a few meters further from the house
Her father shows off a few gold English coins
Pretending to offer them as an act of charity
The winter must be in the house, soon
In the harms of night, a silence which even crickets don't dare profane
Repeated howls are heard
We walk to the lake and sink into the frozen water
Everything is static