Unclassified feeling, confused running through the fields.
We lost the lead, all the seeds we sown --
they moved away.

They are like daydream, oh, the seem to be so far away
in the silence of the rain.


Unclassified feeling, crying in the fields, we gotta find the lead.

Unclassified feeling: fight for rights? Dignity? Or is it pride? And these horrors are unclasified feelings -- I can hear you from the distance, from the fields.


So we wade across the thorns, take the bull by the horns,
our clothes are bloody and torned.

But we are classified, we are classified!
All the seeds we sown, all the seeds we sown,
we found!

We are classified, we´ll be classified.