Signal drawn upon the bricks of a clinic for the dispossessed

Collect the brine from the rain gutters, let the devil take the rest

Rats returning home to our nest

Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren

In the never-ending shadow

Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren

In the never-ending shadow, there I go

Secret hymnal with the words in a version of the mother tongue

Walls envelop all of us like a mother who protects her young

Spores at play deep down in our lungs

Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren

In the never-ending shadow

Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren

In the never-ending shadow, there I go