We’re sending the day

We’re sending the night

We’re sending the years

We’re sending the world

Do we really exist?

Do we really live?

Whether it is true

We’re dressing like the kings

We’re eating like the pigs

We’re dressing like the pigs

We’re eating like the kings

We’re working like a chicken 

We’re earning like an egg 

We’re working like an egg 

We’re earning like a chicken 

May be we will turn

Into ash and smoke

May be as the wind

In a soil for a sure