An old feeling attracts me
An old idea still guides me
The same man of years ago
The same combat of the day bay day
A restlessness torments my mind
I don’t know if I feel more than someone else feels more
Can they not take this pride of us
With steel boots crushing the snake.
In my breast a storm
That shakes, shakes my being
In breast a storm, which infuriates and makes the blood boil.