This is how it is, my dear little son
that if you want to be as good as your father,
take careful notice of where the wind is blowing from
and be on good terms with those who have the power
Then at long last you will reach the goals
that at long last dad reached too
And like dad when he felt sick,
your stomach shall be calmed with Novalucol
Man does not get anything given, my son
You have to pay for every step you take
And you grow away from the ideals
And trouserless you will walk with your bottom bare
But do like father, and everything will click
And then dad will never be sad
Because if you share the bosses' interests,
you inherit dad's house and his neurosis
Swallow your chagrin, forget unfaithfulness and betrayal
Never be sad, dear little son
You will find comfort at the nearest pharmacy
for humiliation, meanness and mockery
Then you will become just what dad became
Where dad stepped, you will step there as well
Where the wind is blowing, you will also drift
for the same winds that your dad drifted
Swallow your chagrin, take the spoon into your hand
when power treads on your tender toe
You live in a democratic country
where you can choose the way to be tread on
Then you will become just what dad became
Where dad stepped, you will step there as well
Where the wind is blowing, you will also drift
for the same winds that your dad drifted