Tekster: Agricantus. Ethnosphere. Change.

(Cole - Crispi - Wiederkehr)

Silently we pray to our new god
the diamond-studded lord of profit
businessman are idols we admire
money lights our fire
conceited we sit in our red leather chair
thinking ahead but not thinking too far!
cosily enclosed in our garden of delight
no time to think of other folks plights.

Maybe it's time, it's time for change
a change in our heart, our mind
a change in our vision!

Man and woman leave the land and make their way to cities
hoping for an end to thei miseries
Delhi, Sao Paulo, Shangai, Mexico City
open up their gutters to the human stream
bursting their seams with people's dreams
day dreams of better life or just a bowl of rice
favelas of the world sucking children to their breasts
even rats make better nests
feel the bitter sweet taste of reality
in the forgotten realms of humanity
I can't keep up the pace of the race
can't find my space in this place
I really feel (now) there's no time to waste!

Maybe it's time, it's time for change
a change in our heart, our mind
a change in our vision!
We do need a real ch'ange
a change in our heart, our mind
a change in our vision!