While a humble man works with unquenchable faith
Unpreachable in words
A silent man acts, he doesn't speak
And the deed is done and never heard
The unseen sings from him
But words are not enough
We sing with a hunger, you can call it an anger
But we sing with an angry love
We sing with a hunger
You can call it an anger
But we sing with a hunger
We sing with an angry love
We sing with a hunger
You can call it an anger
But we sing with a hunger
We sing with an angry love
We sing a song of struggle for rising slaves
For the one who's hit because they never obey
For the woman's struggle against great odds
For those fools who are trying to be gods
A song for the mother's love for a child
And for the tamed who fights to be wild
For the smell of the earth, the flight of the bird
And for its song in the trees
For the sun to fall on, the seeds to grow from
A song for the commonest weeds
We sing with a hunger
You can call it an anger
But we sing with a hunger
We sing with an angry love
We sing with a hunger
You can call it an anger
But we sing with a hunger
We sing with an angry love
Hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger
Anger, anger, anger, anger, anger
Hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger
Anger, anger, anger
We sing a song with calm gaze or flashing eyes
That serves no-one, that laughs and cries
A song of pensive thought, a song of games
Or for a solitary walk down a lonely lane
Well he never sang of manly life
'Cause he feels like he's still a child
And he never sang of peaceful life
'Cause this life drove him wild
And we sing with a hunger
You can call it an anger
But we sing with a hunger
We sing with an angry love
We sing with a hunger
You can call it an anger
But we sing with a hunger
We sing with an angry love