To whom can I speak today
The brothers they are equal

But the old friends of today
They have become unlovable


To whom can I speak today
The gentleness has perished
And the violent man has come down on everyone


To whom can I speak today
The wrong which roams the earth

There can be no end to it
It is just unstoppable


Death is in my sights today
As when a man desires
To see home after many years in jail


February through December
We have such a tragic year

As separate as the fingers
Suddenly - as one - as the hand


And the violent man has come down on everyone
And the violent man has come down on everyone