My father died
Chocked in his own blood
None spoke. I held his hand
Boss came, barely looked:
"Now shut up 'n' stand!"
"Back to work", "back there now"
"Engines never stop!"
I was seven
I was ready for
Worker's heaven!

Mother doesn't speak
She has empty eyes
She looks at the sky for stars
Someone told her
Those are the souls
Of her countless dead sons
I wonder if they cough
Above the sky
If this cloud of coal
Can fly so high

Don't ask me about politics
I find hard to be critic
No it's not some kind of wisdom
I just picked the way of freedom

Rods, shafts and wheels
Whistling white steam
Burns down the throats
Runs, breathless along the roads

If you call this evolution
Still if misses a conclusion!
But time will pass and I will grow
Sure I'm not meant to forget, oh no!

You made me pitiless, you thought me hate
I raise my fist, red in the night
Scythe and hammer, more than you can chew
Open the doors, let's pass through

Come to me, come alone
Come and we will see
Who'll stand and who'll he prone
Who can grip the whip

I'm a drunk musician, playing on the road
Just the last minstrel of despair
Sailing along the river of farewell
Black water that leads but to hell...

...to hell!

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