Here isn't clearly - where is face and where is snout,
Isn't clearly - where is stick and where is carrot.
Here a pitchfork cannot pierce hay,
And a fish go through a net.
Here isn't clearly - where is sea and where is land,
Where is gold and where is copper.
What should be built, and what should be destroyed,
And to whom and why do I sing here?
To me and you - the roof of blue heavens.
To me and you - the forest will become a blank wall.
To me and you - Should not drink from defiled wells.
The plan is - to me and you...
Here the stones like a soap,
And steel like tin,
And weakness like strength,
And true like flattery.
And isn't clearly - where is a bag and where is an awi,
And isn't clearly - where is resentment and where is revenge.
And I don't like what was here,
And I don't like what is here
To me and you - the roof of blue heavens.
To me and you - the forest will become a blank wall.
To me and you - Should not drink from defiled wells.
The plan is - to me and you...