A grayer dawn may yet come
A still night will yet arrive
For a moment life may be winning
Then you may turn your eyes away
Still at times you hear laughter
Growing more bitter by the day
Still the wings slice the air
Growing darker by the moment
refrain:
If I were a bird, would I flounder in oil somewhere?
If I were a wolf of snowdrifts, I would soon be howling for the last time
If I were a lake, would I have already overgrown?
If I was still a child, what color a sky would I be seeing?
Those things never concerned us
We only eat, drink, and mate
Maximize profits, soon we will die
Ascend to the Nirvana of winners
Life is not precious to us
We celebrate the might of the strongest one
We are images of our fathers and mothers
Soon old and bitter
refrain
With our blue eyes closed from the world 'til the grave
We now march victoriously straight down the precipice
Freedom! Leads the people!
Freedom! Leads the people!