The misery outside
Leaves me feeling guilty
For the happiness we still sometimes find.
These moments of song of dancing,
Feel like reckless theft of our own time.
A careless squandering of hours,
Owed to drudgery and worry.
We the ones of burning light.
F*ck them for what they take from us,
And what they convince us to deny ourselves.
I am not shy of the toil, my hands don't fear the dirt,
But it is the impossible rigour,
The brutality of being coerced.
We the ones of burning light,
We are strength unquantifiable.
We of very great dignity,
Of spirits unbroken, passions unbound!
Worry not about the man who fights for his master,
But fear all us now who fight for ourselves.