Like the baby
from the bag of a Kangaroo
I look around the world
From the Spider's net.

Believe me, I am caught
in the net of that Spider,
Where all my strength and thought
Are lost and gone for ever.

Fraud, corruption, lust
today are the only cost
of a better living
of an advanced society.

All these elements are the threads;
they have tracked me in my track.
Losing all my freedom of speech
I am ruined , I am gone.

Without effort to escape from it,
because, here comes the Great Spider;
the time comes nearer and nearer.
It will suck me , my blood and flesh.

And I am waiting for that moment.
Oh, Great Spider! I don't care for you,
because I am a man who only knows:
"Life means struggle for existence."