Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Every Language lyrics

Every language is spoken at home Or just noise, powerless against silence. The words let themselves be led To the slaughterhouse like those oxen You saw grazing down in the dell Horn against horn, as if still Yoked together. They are also like the dead When the earth molds them Into gods once and forever. Still, you can't ask everything of them. They're just what you are.