Огненный воробей Don’t hit fresh shit

To keep from guilt, to keep from war
Ask yourself what’s all this for?
What have you done for your own land—
Raised your voice or lent a hand?

Two faces share a single head
The mask you chose—was that well-spread?
If you could change it here and now
What skin would fit your truest vow?

Don’t hit fresh shit—don’t hit, don’t hit
Leave it alone or you’ll sit in it
Don’t hit, don’t hit—now don’t forget
Or you’ll deserve the mess you get

No one dies from honest work
We fear the task and tend to shirk
“Can we be sure?” we like to ask—
Safer to stall than face the task

Can people be deserved of trust?
Know them first—that’s fair and just
Else you’ll forge the fearful chain
Leash what you don’t dare explain

Don’t hit fresh shit—don’t hit, don’t hit
Leave it alone or you’ll sit in it
Don’t hit, don’t hit—now don’t forget
Or you’ll deserve the mess you get

If terror floods your staring eyes
And crowds break down in tearful cries
We dread the fear, not what draws near—
The scariest thing is only fear

The truth is out there, somewhere near
Heel to the heel of freedom’s cheer
We may feel small for now, and yet
The power’s ours—don’t you forget

Deceive them all, chase clever schemes
Or learn one truth beyond the dreams
Win every crowd, or end as none—
Lose everyone and you’re undone

Don’t hit fresh shit—don’t hit, don’t hit
Leave it alone or you’ll sit in it
Don’t hit, don’t hit—now don’t forget
Or you’ll deserve the mess you get