The Man Who Loved Beer

To whom can I speak today? The brothers they are equal But the old friends of today They have become unlovable To whom can I speak today? The gentleness has perished And the violent man has come down on everyone To whom can I speak today? The wrong which roams the earth There can be no end to it It is just unstoppable Death is in my sights today As when a man desires To see home after many years in jail February through December We have such a tragic year As separate as the fingers Suddenly, as one As the hand And the violent man has come down on everyone And the violent man has come down on everyone And the violent man has come down on everyone