When a human is born a sorrow is born. When war ignites, blood is beyond measuring.
I’m burning, I’m burning, throw more oil on the fire I’m drowning, I’m drowning, throw me into the depths of the sea.
I swore on your eyes, as if I had sworn on the bible, that the stabbing you gave me with the dagger I would turn it into laughter.
I’m burning, I’m burning . . .
But you, in the depths of hell, yank the chain, and if you drag me down next to you, may you be called blessed.
I’m burning, I’m burning . . .
Gregory Nagy, Harvard University, United States