Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Grand Central Station by Night lyrics

My black brothers dance Out- in the silences of night In the calm of the cut marble- A black labor dance. My black brothers, Just as once They couldn't even own themselves, Under the flames of an estranging sun In the Southern cotton fields, Now they wander an exodic field That sparkles with White hardness. My black brothers In a cage where white columnar giants Hold high the master's graven white image in silence, Now they crawl around And spread bronzed arms, Grudgingly kneeling unto the marble, Humming to the night Chanting a black labor song. My black brothers With buckets and towels, With brushes and brooms Play into the night A march to the morrow's red dawn.