Oihu

Because their good news is our
bad news
because their dreams are for us
nightmares

I want to shout
until my soul is lost
because of the silence
our truths
may be worth as much as theirs

Because everything that is new to them
is familiar to us
because their polite words
always deceive us

I want to shout
until my soul is lost
because of the silence
our truths
may be worth as much as theirs

Of all the gods that are gathering
none will save us
from the foot that they don't understand:
from the absence of freedom