In this huge world existing
Much you didn't understand
As from out of on whose that reason
Under hypnosis has grown turbid
Presidents and deputies,
Every day you all in lies
Teleimage, advertizing
The twenty fifth shot in your brains
Revolution
In our hearts
Has ripened
Brain destruction
In our heads
Not to avoid
Bloody black stains
In your hands
You will not erase
People go on sacred war
What to die for the country
If to think all it is vain
All because of a money power
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