From the cradle to the grave
Your father was a simple slave.
He had no rights, he had no home,
He was kicked around and died alone.

They, who caused your father's death,
Have blood like you, it's not blue but red.

They are like you they are not better,
But you must work by every weather.

You don't want to die alone
You want to have a home of your own.

You kill your guard and take his gun
Seeing the hills you start to run.

I will be free!

When you reach the mountain you will be safe
But the way is long and you'll have to be brave.

The hunters behind you are eager to kill
Run like the devil to reach the hill.

You hear them shout, the hills are near
You hear a shot - no fear

A bullet in your leg, a bullet in your head
You fall to the ground and the mud gets red.

(Solo)

Now you are dead, where may you be?
You went to heaven - now you are free!