Текст песни RIVERS RUN DRY - bedsheets on concrete

in the greatest filth we swarm we die
(we are) hunter and gatherers of modern times
in mountains of concrete we survive
though you cleared us out of your mind

this is life too, but not up to your taste
the sunrays caress our weary faces
our smiles are toothless but honest
it´s a misery fed happiness

every thought is like a cut with a knife
we place our bedsheets on bare asphalt
boozed up angles guard our sleep
that´s the price of being free

counting time backwards
measuring it with the loss of our teeth
there might come one day (when)
you´ll all have to live like this

the dirt on our faces is the dirt that you make
the garbage that feeds us is the food that you waste

For some reason I respect more those who are engaged in a day to day survival than those fighting to realize capitalist dream, getting from rags to riches. Homeless people often build communities where caring and mutual aid serve as basic principles. They got to live a life depending on the waste production and (sometimes) help or call it “charity” of the consumerist society. I truly believe that there are many things to be learned about comradeship, caring and social/communal structures from homeless communities, thus I would never be able to look at them with pitiful eyes. They prove me that that beauty and the will to live can flourish in misery as well.