where shine and fame can´t find the path

where grass doesn’t grow of luck of shine

where all of good news never arrive

there you look for us and our rights

stones and dust, marsh and morass

underground stench, it revenge us

for protruding heads, for unsorted ones

for aversion to clap to safe our palms

we’re underground,

invisible and covered

dirty of mud and tired

but we´re ourselves and kept unbroken

darkness and cold, rebel house

underground castle, shelter of dreams

raised head, wild soul

free minds, open hearts

we’re underground,

invisible and covered

dirty of mud and tired

but we´re ourselves and kept unbroken

fame with its shine – confusing think

pink orchard changes into dark forest

glittering gold turns into dust

as higher level as harder falling is

head tilted back, slapping palms

eyes pointed up, they looking at them

they falling down with horror on the faces

tears repent from the eyes, don’t wanna underground

salute from the underworld

salute to the empire

where gold is glittering for now

where meanwhile is the paradise