Hey have trampled his dignity on his knees before others Passing through roads already conquered Those who, like the saddest sheep Live as automata Will be despised and forgotten! Like their mentor, their so-called benefactor Who has only left them hunger and sorrow Those who pass through this world Like scattered waste, turn into ashes Like scattered waste, turn into ashes! Despised and forgotten! With no regret for the lack of virtue And the excess of sin May this invade all hearts Making them feel free and cursed With no yearn for protection!