We're in an act of protest
We're cold hands around the fire
We're the voice of the revolt
free from fear and pain
Disguised as utopia
we start work, far from pain,
on the search for life
on the horse of reason1
We're in an act of protest
We're cold hands around the fire
We're the voice of the revolt
free from fear and pain
Our gazes all coincide,
focused on the horizon
It could be today we'll be victorious
It could be today we'll bury the tears
We're in an act of protest
We're cold hands around the fire
We're the voice of the revolt
free from fear and pain
Therefore we'll keep standing
no longer will they see us on our knees
The sun maintains the flame
The moon sets passion alight
We're in an act of protest
We're cold hands around the fire
We're the voice of the revolt
free from fear and pain
1. like on horseback