If we tell gently, gently
All that we shall in the future have got to tell
Who then will hear opur voices without laughter,
sad complaining voices of beggars
Who certainly will hear them with out begging
If we cry roughly of our torments
Ever increasing from the start of matters
What eyes will watch our big mouths?
Shaped by way of the laughter of giant youngsters
What eyes will watch our gigantic mouths?