Unless the van breaks down
in the wilds of Hungary
Unless the flowers wilt and fade
We start to hate ourselves

Hands to work and hearts to God

Our visions are yet sleeping
Our children will from ashes rise
Long dead and gone
Proud lions in their hearts revive
But fear not disenchantment
All these spirits guide our lives

In fond remembrance of
things long forgotten
Instead of useless talking tongues
we never cease our prayer:
Revolution!
Revolution!
Garbage!

Our visions are yet sleeping
Our children will from ashes rise
Long dead and gone
Proud lions in their hearts revive
But fear not disenchantment
All these spirits guide our lives

Hands to work and hearts to God


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