Those who do not know about us
Those who do not know of us
will preach as the false prophets
opening the passage to death,
their promises haunt on the streets.

We stay locked in solitude,
blooming the earth’s buds in our palms
the bones crack at our wrists
we tap them so that they won’t hurt
we send away the cold from our knees.

We relive the old days.

All of us that are anywhere
have fate and heavy clothes in mind
that we swear in words.

We pay fees to the great ones,
they want fees for justice as well,
they say it’s not possible
one without the other…