A világ posztol [English translation]

The world is dying, everyone posts something fun

And I barely see anything through my dirty windscreen

The world is dying, everyone posts

But you know, he should fear me

Because I'm not afraid of the devil anymore

Not anymore!

The barrel you sat on

Is full of gunpowder

You think you went insane

But you just drifting with the tide too

One is the digital crisis

And another one is cooking the rice gruel

And afraid of his house

Will be taken away in the end

From the barrel you sat on

The fuse is still out

But the question isn't that if it's glowing

But will it burn down?

The Dance of The Death isn't the magic stick

That's hanging in the magician's hand

No masks, no camouflage

Whoever tries whatever

Because the barrel you sat on

Is full of gunpowder

You think you went insane

But you just drifting with the tide too

The Dance of The Death isn't an empty tray

To put anything on it

What you see of the Everything

Barely more than a medical finding

The world is dying, everyone posts

And I barely see from the dirt

The world is dying, everyone posts

But you know, he should fear me

Because I'm not afraid of the devil anymore

I'm not afraid of the devil anymore

Not anymore!

The world is dying, everyone posts something fun

And I barely see from the dirt

The world is dying, everyone posts

Through my dirty windscreen I only see

That the world is storming, destroys everything

But you know, he should fear me

Because I'm not afraid of the devil anymore

I'm not afraid of the devil anymore

Not anymore!