Let us do away with the lines between us
Until we make sure that the war is over

No revolution started by uttering words
Rather through the silence preceding action
‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’

For all thoughts lose their meaning once told
‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’

We are able to eat each other alive in times of peace
But wе all have the gift to coalescе
And fight together when the threat is real
Let us do away with the lines between us all!

Some claim that History is only written by the victors
So why not doubt all the writings and go back to Oracy?
‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’

So the art of breeding silence is now the only way
At least until we make sure the war is over

‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’*