Speak Up
Speak up, for your lips are not sealed
And your words are still your own
This upright body is yours:
Speak, while your soul is still your own
Look there, in that smithy;
Its red oven, fierce flames,
The padlocks are already opening their mouths
And each fetter is skirting around.
Speak up now, for time is running out.
Before your body and mind fade away,
Tell us, the truth is not yet dead.
Speak
Whatever you have to say!
