who will harvest the crops,

come from this crazy revolution?

we’ll let the old ones know,

when they come back from their stables.

set the horses free,

set the chickens free,

set the pigs free,

and all the other animals,

do it for me.

you know what,

give me your elbows,

i’ll lean on them,

for ages, ‘cause i need a lot of courage now.

seeds &harvest make the ground wet,

while the old ones dig around,

we’ll see the fruits fall from their highest tops,

no electricity,

water even ,

do we need.

great life that lies behind,

in my thoughts & visions

i see no other possibility.