Dirty Hands

Take me to the place (where can i go?)
Where i can be content without running in this race (where are we going?)
And i can just be a man without looking for the praises (for vanity)
Or the respect of man.
Just when i think that i can stand,
I look down at my dirty hands.

I'm dreaming. keep me awake.
Keep me awake.
My life begins when this one ends.

Let the lowly brother glory in his exaltation.
The rich man, like a flower, he will fade away.

Soon as the sun has risen with burning heat,
The flower fades and beauty perishes.

Take me to the place (where could it be?)
Where i can be content. i'm stepping out of this race (so let them think!).
I still know who i am. no matter what they say (i just can't care!),
I know where i stand,
Reminded by my dirty hands.
I can't escape the curse of man.

I'm dreaming. keep me awake.
Keep me awake.
My life begins when this one ends.