Coyly Willi is rubbing a tear from his eye
'cause no one should notice that he's sad
But today even tough Paul has got a lump in his throat
'cause today the last deadline of the old slaughterhouse is running out
For over 30 years there has been slaughtering going on here
The pigs and cows
With knowledge and with passion
They had been killed off
And now the warm blood squirts
From the throat of the last pig
And with it a little piece dies
Of the history of our city
The pig doesn't care but we know very well
The excavator flattens more
Than just the old slaughterhouse
All the last grips are routine, done thousands of times already
But still it all seems different than all the times before
Electroshock and throat-cut are happening surreally
And everyone has feels dull while looking at the gate of the slaughterhouse
'cause today for the last time
The cattle is brought to the slaughter
Stunned, slaughters and dissected
And prepared for further purposes
And now the warm blood squirts
From the throat of the last pig
And with it a little piece dies
Of the history of our city
The pig doesn't care but we know very well
The excavator flattens more
Than just the old slaughterhouse
Nothing will ever be as it was
Everything goes by, only the memories remain
And now the warm blood squirts
From the throat of the last pig
And with it a little piece dies
Of the history of our city
The pig doesn't care but we know very well
The excavator flattens more
Than just the old slaughterhouse