Look, man, I - Chart: no hands, no feet.
Defenseless creature ,
Although devoid of consciousness ,
But still I am your faithful friend .
Look, man , in the language of your sciences
All life - metabolism naturally
And, as a source of oxygen ,
I am more than your faithful friend.
Tell me , is it gives you the right
Drive nails into me and for fun
Cut into my body with a knife his name ,
Breaking my branches with their hands .
Who gave you the right , who gave you the right
To this violence ?
Look, man , as a friend, I sacrifice myself .
Houses , paper, even furniture ,
And , remember how much staring at the sky
Crosses stashed you?
Look, man , you yourself , of course , I confess -
Crosses could be lower
But that was not change
And the clock will not turn .
Tell me , is it gives you the right
Drive nails into me and for fun
Cut into my body with a knife his name ,
Breaking my branches with their hands .
Who gave you the right , who gave you the right
To this violence ?