Hurry up! Starving vulture is circling us!
Hear! Earth is shaking, foreseeing its fate!
See! Thick fog is covering fields of green grass -
These are early dews, boiling from hate.
Hate is waiting in anguish in full leaf-buds
Hate is boiling inside with bated breath
Hate is seeping through pores with sweat in suds
Burning our heads
Look at the bloody stains in the river
Evil decided to force a new order
Handles of swords are becoming colder
And despair is growing older
Hate is disfiguring faces of young
Hate is turning into a flood
Hate is thirsty and wants to be drunk
From black enemy blood
Hate has captured us now. But
Blind hate canít break walls of fear.
We need hate that is noble and real
And fresh air to dry our tears.
Hate drink the cup while itís full
Hate is waiting, believing in fate
All that hate that is noble and real
Lives with Love. Together. Like mate!