I am a little piglet
wallowing in the mud
you are a big pig
who lives high on the hog
reigning over the feeding trough
biting off each piglet
so that we all remain small
and you nice and fat
Looking down on us
radiating terror
baring your tusks
we are running in horror
day in and day out
time goes by, we hide
your power is our angst
your strength is our fright
We are many little piglets
and wallow in the mud
only you are a big pig
who lives high on a hog
but if once we will be united
you are taking to your heels
the feeding trough returns to us
and in your den you tremble of fears