Det kommer aldri noe i en lukket hånd...-- Il ne sera jamais dans une main fermée ...-- Es wird nie in einer geschlossenen Hand ...-- It comes never anything in a closed hand ... --Ní beidh riamh i láimh dúnta ...

Well, I never went back.
I no longer suffer from
   not going back, to the old
   days with poverty and hard
   work.
I, sovereign, slave of the factories
   surrendered,
   chained to my destiny.

There is no freedom anymore for us
who are fragments of the working class,
there is no way out of returning
   to oneself, 
to the stone of oneself,
to the machines, 
   we are born to slave,
no other stars remain except the star of
   hope...