I direct the huntWherever I set free the haresThey well know where to goAnd the peopleMove on their way all togetherIt does not matterHow many will fall down and dieEveryone must serveI will say toThose who whould like to look backwardsWe can’t stop nowBy now too many are deadI have even used my fatherWith his very ancient handsThus I trampled on all my regretsAnd realized the strenght of my convictionsLike a trenzied albatrossYou only seek your flying spaceBut I’ve torn up my wings and feathersTo breathe the earth will all the othersI cannot accept all of your problemsThey are but small thoughts And yours alone