It’s on, sickness out there’s no escape from my head now I feel they are hidden somewhere My thoughts are passing out I Caught the fire going thru the water They stole my dues I might take the woodstick to hit the olive tree Hard times are coming a kid’s mind married to an ancient
running (along) the river Dragging the corners
I want to go back with my fellows in my homeland, where I belong some people gather, (they are) talking to me, they call me family, they keep me in life, they don’t understand I have to hit the olive tree. The harvest is almost ended and hard times are coming.