A generation raised in darkness
controlled, polluted - fed with the truth,
a truth, that blinds their view
Their ways and fates decied - omplanted sorrows kill their needs
A common way to happiness; but i never learned to sell myself

Poets became silent,
while clownsarose and burned the books again
No thinkers daring vision grew,
where thieves ran free and crippled human dignity
In the noise of unimportance and stupidity, the sceptic's whispers went unheard

Be sure, this storm will not drown my voice!
Be sure, my hands will sow the seeds of reason
I'll never be a minor, I'll never be a happy slave

May This cold sever my face
And may the pain weaken my fists
No inner strife will touch me
The only truth is in my heart