SOW SEEDS...
With a song, with play
sow seeds in the fertile black earth...
The sun stands tall as a mountain
Over the valley below!
Work – a beehive awakened.
The earth makes you sober:
from you, just from you I want just freedom –
and no venalities!
Be reckless – not cold.
It’s time for the new Marcellaises!
Swing swords to the right and left –
put more sharps into the key!
Strike the brass, decloud the sky!
Have faith (don’t whine!), just go,
shout out fanfares into the night:
more sharps, more sharps into the key!
1919