Down there other uprights go together
Together they're hunting alive fleshes
Hungry mouths, strong arms
Fling sharp flints with fury
I must flee or get nearer them
On your reed you offer me meats
That I surely hadn't conquered myself with my strength
What act is this, it doesn't suit a strong one
The prey is yours, therefore yours is the rich meal
Of one hundred hands is my strength
And one hundred eyes stand us guard
You're alone
Our strеngth is in one hundred hands
And one hundrеd eyes stand us guard
You're alone
You can go now if you want
Or you can stay and join us
And from a herd, a tribe that goes
From a village to a city
People that breathe in tempo
Men locked up in boxes of stone
Where none feels the wind
And the yearn to flee that I carry inside
Won't save me
Get in circle around the fires, quick
Quick with the stones, quick
[It's needed to] have them ready, sharp and pointed
Other hands will kill and there'll be more food
And the yearn to flee that I carry inside
Won't suffice me