My body is clean, my soul is clean,
I want to understand and to love
It doesn’t matter how long my hair is,
What’s important is the quantity and quality of my thinking
In my body I feel the long haired Dacians, the comati
My nature is humanity's progress
It doesn’t matter how long my hair is,
What’s important is the quantity and quality of my thinking.
People, people, my sisters and brothers
People, people, my sisters and brothers
Why do you speak so badly of us,
Why do you look at us with hatred?
The innocent culprits
Are asking for light to be shed on this
I want to build thought castles
I want to be allowed to feel myself grow
It doesn’t matter how long my hair is,
What’s important is the quantity and quality of my thinking
There's no space for us in your world
Those who work us to the bone are not one with us
Those who care about how long my hair is,
Not about the quantity and quality of my thinking
People, people, my sisters and brothers
People, people, my sisters and brothers
Why do you speak of us so badly,
Why do you look at us with hatred?
The innocent culprits
Are asking for light to be shed on this.
Hey, you, the ones not paying attention to our life,
Hey, you, the ones who think we're little devils!
Your thoughts are our own
Your tastes however we don't like.
Hey, you, the ones who were once young,
Hey, you, those who know human decency
It doesn’t matter how long my hair is,
What’s important is the quantity and quality of my thinking
People, people, my sisters and brothers
People, people, my sisters and brothers
Why do you speak of us so badly,
Why do you look at us with hatred?
The innocent culprits
Are asking for light to be shed on this.