Yesterday we were an anthem of revolution
Singing, crumpling on a street of new order legacy
Under an ocean of beer lathered in starry sky
Twinkling stars with cigarettes between their lips
Smokes constellation misting the weather
Now salute me a graduation, present me a gift
A fat barrel of duties and rights of adult being
Twenty years of living has never felt so vital
The blinding path of 'arbeit macht frei' shines: how frei?
(graduation night, July 2008)