The barb wires will be moved to the borders of Africa and Asia
away, away to make room for supranational capital.
The grass is not green anywhere anymore,
since even the fences have vanished for ever.
You brag about being genuinely European.
In your opinion you have charm.
But you are only bringing trouble with you here,
whilst driving to go listen to jazz in a black car!
Shoot the Commissioners, those rabid dogs!
They are only building newer, higher walls!
They reach for the stars and the blue of the sky.
You don't interest them; you stand facing them with no name.
You keep repeating "not to the East but towards Europe".
Soon Namibia will probably be turned into a Finnish colony.
In your opinion you're stylish; you sip beer, you eat shellfish.
Still you're nothing but dead weight to the human race!
Color matters no more (color matters no more), there's even no need for the blazing burn of ideology (burn of ideology).
There is a need for resistance
and for following the light of reason.
Don't vanish in silence,
but pick fights until the end!
Shoot the Commissioners, those rabid dogs!
They are only building newer, higher walls!
They reach for the stars and the blue of the sky.
You don't interest them; you stand facing them with no name.
Shoot the Commissioners!
Shoot the Commissioners!
They are only building newer, higher walls!
They reach for the stars and the blue of the sky.
You don't interest them; you stand facing them with no name.
Shoot the Commissioners...