I am a grasshopper that lived through the war and have seen what it has done to me, an amputee, what irony it’s for me...

The brass... they told us we could get out of misery with a brand new recipe, « just put this on your seeds, you will see »

Promises to fill our bellies made by people with an endless hunger, our hatchlings now suffer, did they know ?

My wolrd is tearing apart but can I change anything ?

How much strife and thunder before the fall of our evergreen ?

Great Tree... Your vast landscape of old bark has turned into a bare polluted field, from farming, by machines, industry...

It’s time for the many people of Çèv to speak up and say stop ! From the roots to the top...

If we are to be bound by a tangled web let it be the one we weave, we could break the food chains together !

Our world is falling apart but we could change everything

Let us share our burdens and our forgotten remedies

Sitting on the same branch we got all the tools we need !

No more mines or industry

No more slaves or hierarchy

Let’s take back our free wills

And throw them back their swill

No more life on our knees !