We stood up on two legs And raised our heads above golden grass He was there
We sharpened stone and steel Used tools to harvest grass, beast and brother He was there
We clustered together In brick and mud swarming with rats and plague He was there
We built nations and mistrust Our fingers hovered over the red button He smiled
Still we build To rise above the golden grass Away from the reach of his scythe
When he will harvest no more Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |