Our day will come
We’ll have our chance
It’s not asking too much:
I want justice
I want to work in peace
It’s not too much what I ask you
I want an honest job
Instead of slavery
There must be some place
Where the strongest
Can’t enslave
Who doesn't have a chance
Where does the indifference comes from
Tempered with iron and fire?
Who guards the gates of the factory?
The sky was once blue, but now it’s gray
What was green here doesn’t exist anymore
If only I could believe
That nothing ever happens
From playing with fire so much
Let the fire come
This air has made my eyes weary
No big deal