I direct the hunt Wherever I set free the hares They well know where to go And the people Move on their way all together It does not matter How many will fall down and die Everyone must serve I will say to Those who whould like to look backwards We can't stop now By now too many are dead I have even used my father With his very ancient hands Thus I trampled on all my regrets And realized the strenght of my convictions Like a trenzied albatross You only seek your flying space But I've torn up my wings and feathers To breathe the earth will all the others I cannot accept all of your problems They are but small thoughts And yours alone