Oh, now that's what it is after you looked in the mirror and realized where the shape of your eyes came from?
Socna je zemlja v vecerni goreci luci,
strast blaznih ocetov nas do zadnjega muci.
Dali so nam oci, da v njih se pijanost pretaka,
dali so nam roke, gresne plodove mrake.
Ljubimo zemljo bolestno, kakor so oni ljubili,
ljubimo nijh sive glave, plodnost so nam podelili.
KRVAVA GRUDA-PLODNA ZEMLJA