To whom can i speak today 

The brothers they are evil 

And 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 

And when a man desires 

To see home after many years in jail 

February through december 

We have such a tragic hue 

As separate as the fingers 

Or suddenly as one as the hand 

And the violent man comes down on everyone