Who will all alone
Dribble the bull of gold?
Who has the courage to face
His tough sharpened horns?

Few remember to say
Few have force to face
Kill the letter that kills...
...live the faith...

Dalila wants to cut my hair
Golias doesn't get to lift
Jericó now is a tourist point
I write metaphors on saturday

Few remember to say
Few have force to face
Kill the letter that kills...
...live the faith...

The postman passed here
Lutero loved this letter
He didn't sew the torned veil
And either it was counting the moons

I´m not the slave's son
I don't live in the hill
I don't build what i've destroyed
My savior didn't die in vain