To whom can I speak today
 The brothers they are equal
 But the old friends of today
 They have become unlovable
 To whom can I speak today
 The gentleness has perished
 And the violent man has come down on everyone
 
 To whom can I speak today
 The wrong which roams the earth
 There can be no end to it
 It is just unstoppable
 Death is in my sights today
 As when a man desires
 To see home after many years in jail
 
 February through December
 We have such a tragic year
 As separate as the fingers
 Suddenly - as one - as the hand
 And the violent man has come down on everyone
 And the violent man has come down on everyone