The road is full of anxiety And on the journey the only companion Is the road, Full of the woman’s secrets that she Hangs on a trip...

The future is not mine who am trampled, Nor yours who trample. Nor the one who stands watch On this old planet. Bam, bam, bam! War drums...

Take down the walls The girls want to dance. Open the windows The mothers want to water the flowers. Empty the streets The children want...