Leader of tomorrow they called him
From my mother's womb,
Glued to the cake they stay
From my mother's womb.

Crumbs the serf grovel to take
From my mother's womb,
With deafening belch and stupor they trampled him
From my mother's womb.

Century halfed, still the same mammoths,
Century halfed, still his back aground.
Wake up! Banged an impetus,
Let them return my right he frowned.

Alive from obscurity he awoke
Enough! He stood to boke.