Lyrics
Are you trying to tell me that you'll fight against me? Oh, you will win that too For if you fail to silence me, you know what I will do
What will you do, physician? I will go among the people And try to answer the questions that burden their hearts The questions that I've asked myself all my life Wherever I've wandered in the world And which were answered for me by a dying man
I will wear the clothes of a slave and kick the sandals from my feet And speak to the wives as they fry their Fish before their mud huts by the river To the porters on the docks To the smiths by their bellows To the slaves under their yokes And I will say