You waste the attention of your eyes, br the glittering labour of your hands, br and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves br of which you'll taste not a morsel; br you are free to slave for others-- br you are free to make the rich richer. br br The moment you're born br they plant around you br mills that grind lies br lies to last you a lifetime. br You keep thinking in your great freedom br a finger on your temple br free to have a free conscience. br br Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape, br your arms long, hanging, br your saunter about in your great freedom: br you're free br with the freedom of being unemployed. br br You love your country br as the nearest, most precious thing to you. br But one day, for example, br they may endorse it over to America, br and you, too, with your great freedom-- br you have the freedom to become an air-base. br br You may proclaim that one must live br not as a tool, a number or a link br but as a human being-- br then at once they handcuff your wrists. br You are free to be arrested, imprisoned br and even hanged. br br There's neither an iron, wooden br nor a tulle curtain br in your life; br there's no need to choose freedom: br you are free. br But this kind of freedom br is a sad affair under the stars.