The ghosts of the people
Reflected in the window's mirror
Fly above the railroad
All across this mad world.
When the night comes down to Earth
Every hundredth man is born
And every other man is cursed. 

{Let's save the world from nothing,
 Let's spread some love, let's trust in
 Everything we can't explain.
 Let's see some other faces,
 Let's sway in the different phases,
 We will overcome these days.}

The oil drops on the faces
Leave the ugly traces.
Nothing is forsaken.
The ghost of hell awakens
Every hundredth man this time.
Who can say what happens now
When every second someone dies?

Who can say what happens 
When every hundredth man awakens?