To whom can I speak today? The brothers they are evil And 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, and when a man desires To see home after many years in jail February through December we have such a tragic hue As separate as the fingers, or suddenly as one as the hand And the violent man comes down on everyone