My brain often refuses to understand What the hell is going on, How we could, how we contrived to blend Black and white, sunset and dawn. Left and right flew together Leading to a quite inconceivable direction.
None thought of the borders we had In our mind, None thought what the heritage We live behind.
Profit - first of all No need of romantic moaning. We're about to hear loud roll, Storm is near.
One race strives to wipe the other one Off the face of the earth. Trying to show its best motives For all it's worth. Victim race fairly tries To convince the world Of its exclusive role Looking at other ones condescendingly Building around a stone wall.
