They will take your lives Even those miserable ones Without mercy You will take away each other's hope Even those built up over many years Like an executioner doing his job Life will crown you with thorns So that the devil can accept you like sheep for slaughter You will no longer be able to hide anything Pavlov's dogs want to serve the idea of a mindless herd You will bite each other In solidarity Precisely With a sophisticated technique of execution You will not give up your pride for anything Its perfidy means urns and wineskins A premonition of defeat at bedtime They will take away your A and Z. A thirsty man is a man destined for heavenly vivisection