At the road works and the railway projects Where the dirty work was done Overworked and underpaid Under the barrel of a white man's gun
Without constitution, without a home Wandering restlessly All their love was in vain Emphasizing necessity
Chorus: It might sound strange to hear That at the indomitable banks Man became one with the gods The slave became one with the gods
The wanderer's story disappeared in fog and mystery He was considered nothing in his abilities
But in the harsh domain of the non-existent The voice of one became the voice of all Those unknown are no one's possession Therefore they can never fall