It's hard to smile these days since the nights dominates and the sky slowly stains in threatening brown. It's hard to see the world in brighter colours, while the price for the fuel of hate is kept down. The propaganda machine is smoothly running, while corruption strengthens the populist's voice, who declare themselves as national heroes, as solution of all problems, if there was no other choice.
Your blindness, I don't get it! Your actions, do you regret it? I take a swing against the rightwing.
It's hard to hear the people's thoughts these days as they are spitting and gobbing and drowning in greed, as the blinding slogans take away their breath and the disease of intolerance spreads in deadly speed. Has society lost its conscience these days as the army of mindless is on a steady rise, accompanied by furious, meaningless parols, shouted out loud by the devil in disguise.

Your blindness, I don't get it! Your actions, do you regret it? I take a swing against the rightwing!
And if the day of war comes, I ll be waiting here, I ll raise my fist and it certainly won't be my right, I ll be ready, chain rattling, slugger swinging, this is not '36 anymore, ready to fight. It will be freedom that I ll be defending, I know on which side I ll be standing, let the pen of humanity write an appropriate ending, I know on which side I ll be standing!
Your blindness, I don't get it. Your actions, you will regret it! I take a swing against the rightwing!