Let those who speak of a man in the clouds
First learn humility in a cardboard house
And let them build shelters from the wood in their eyes
For those they’d let die.
Let all the leaders first lead the plow
And till our fields in the sweat of their brow
So they’re getting too tired for climbing ivory towers
And sit with us on the ground.
And let my brothers and sisters be free
Of all the narrow-minded ideologies,
From fear of each other, and a timid mind,
So they dare to be kind.
Martin Brunner, 2011, VÖ: The Savants, One Million Suns