Quite the same it stays
as it were in the past:
If you went against - to the mast,
to the mast;

If you had been caught - brought to court,
just to court;
If you knew a lot - should be shot,
should be shot!

I had thought: free of camps I’d be not feeling down
For some span, for some span,
But got into this dusty indefinite town
Out of man, out of man;

Crowds roam around the place keeping paces,
Apathetic and bent;
I glance over bystanders’ indifferent faces -
Not a foe, nor a friend.

Quite the same it stays, still it lasts,
still it lasts:
If you went against - to the mast,
to the mast;

If you had been caught - brought to court,
just to court;
If you knew a lot - should be shot,
should be shot!

Still what for in the camps did I mean condemnations
Of my fate, of my fate?
Then what for did I wait for releasing sensations
At the gate, at the gate?

Crowds roam up and down the streets keeping paces,
Apathetic and bent;
I glance over bystanders’ indifferent faces -
Not a foe, nor a friend.