My motherland is so great,
That I cannot see it;
It's up in the heavens
Watching what I cannot see!
A rising dawn
In a demi-god's world:
Both living and death see
That which I cannot see!
In this society
In which all of us live,
Could it be that we are
What we're seeing?
We have birds
And we have flowers,
A smiling world
In a dream of love...
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See the women
Who look out into the street, at people, seeing
What they are not
And won't ever manage to become!
And see those men
Who sail out to sea before dawn
And their wives, home
Don't do anything...
And the poor children
Who, barefoot, run across a burning ground
Not having anything
To eat!
And see, moreover,
That lady in a fur coat
Who rides by in her car
Without looking at them!
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And the poor children
Who, barefoot, run across a burning ground
Not having anything
To eat!
And see, moreover,
That lady in a fur coat
Who rides by in her car
Without looking at them!