Opice - Siddharta

Je kri tisto, kar spira greh ljudi?

Je blat tisto, kar jemo mi vsi?

Je vonj vrtnice kriv, da ne smrdi?

Le grob poln teh lepih je rastlin

Divja sla v opicah ždi

Ki jo padanje teles nahrani

Brez nas opice grizli bi še psi

Brez nas hrane ni, opica trpi

Zato dajmo svoj delež med ljudi

Zato pustimo, da zver za zmeraj zaspi

Divja sla v opicah ždi

Ki jo padanje teles nahrani…

Is blood what washes away people's sin?

Is mud what we all eat?

Is the scent of a rose to blame for not stinking?

Only a grave full of these beautiful plants

The wild lust in monkeys thirsts

Fed by falling bodies

Without us, monkeys would be bitten by dogs

There is no food without us, the monkey suffers

So let’s give our share among the people

So let the beast fall asleep forever

The wild lust in monkeys thirsts

Fed by falling bodies…