To whom can I speak today 

The brothers they are equal 

But the old friends of today 

They have become unlovable 



To whom can I speak today 

The gentleness has perished 

And the violent man has come down on everyone 



To whom can I speak today 

The wrong which roams the earth 

There can be no end to it 

It is just unstoppable 



Death is in my sights today 

As when a man desires 

To see home after many years in jail 



February through December 

We have such a tragic year 

As separate as the fingers 

Suddenly - as one - as the hand 



And the violent man has come down on everyone 

And the violent man has come down on everyone