A generation raised in darkness

Controlled, polluted - fed with the truth

A truth that blinds their view

Their ways and fates decided - implanted sorrows kill their needs

A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself



Poets became silent,

While clowns arose 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 my the pain weaken my fists

No inner strife will touch me

The only truth is in my heart