He opens paths through the hills.
He leaves his steps on the wind.
The eagle makes him airborne,
and the silence shelters him.
He never complained of the cold.
He never complained of tiredness.
The poor senses him pass
and follows him blindly.
Run! run! run!
Over here, over here, over there.
Run! run! run!
Run! 'cause they are out to kill you.
Run! run! run!
His head is finished off
by crows with golden claws.
Look at how he has been crucified
by the spite of the mighty.
Son of resistance,
he is followed by twenty plus twenty.
Because he offers his life
they want to kill him.
Run! run! run!
Over here, over here, over there.
Run! run! run!
Run! 'cause they are out to kill you.
Run! run! run!