To whom can I speak today

The brothers they are evil

And the old friends of today

They have become unlovable

To whom can I speak today

The gentleness has perished

And the violent man has come down on everyone

To whom can I speak today

The wrong which roams the earth

There can be no end to it

It is just unstoppable

Death is in my sights today

And when a man desires

To see home after many years in jail

February through december

We have such a tragic hue

As separate as the fingers

Or suddenly as one as the hand

And the violent man comes down on everyone