Old photos in draws, old draws, half forgotten.
Neglected in your memories, without sunlight;
sad and shipwrecked in naphthalene, it's not a bad perfume, there are worse;
I look for silence and I don't realize that I've gone deaf.

No, no, no....
I've had enough letters and memories.
No, no, no...
postcards of better worlds.
No, no, no....
words of consolation.
No, no, no....
worlds of naphthalene!

No, no, no....
I've had enough letters and memories.
No, no, no...
postcards of better worlds.
No, no, no....
words of consolation.
No, no, no....
worlds of naphthalene!

Magnetic fields, rain and mud.
Dismal trees, fog and cold.
Sulphur powder, winter's perfume.
Manuscripts, the laws of hell.

Naphthalene and snow flowers;
I wouldn't leave your side.

No, no, no....
I've had enough letters and memories.
No, no, no...
postcards of better worlds.
No, no, no...
words of consolation.
No, no, no...
worlds of naphthalene!