Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

Now, each of us has his own special gift And you know this was meant to be true. And if you don't underestimate me I won't underestimate you.

I like spiritual songs. They struck me as truthful and serious. They brought me down to earth and they lifted me up all in the same moment.

A song is anything that can walk by itself.