Jövőből jövő lövő [English translation]

The aeroplane I hijacked is landing now,

And when it stops, I get out (and)

As I'm stepping over a few victims of mine,

I'm blowing into the smoking barrel.

Whatever I hit, its soul escapes, and given

it doesn't stuck on a tree, then it flies away

and sits on a cloud whistling whilst smoking a pipe.

I'm a dumb meat, just mud and blood, (and)

Marrow, tripe and wide living space,

An animal which batters the living room,

the table, the bed, the tv broadcast.

If I hit you, then the soul escapes, and if

it doesn't stuck on a tree, then its looking for a cloud,

to sit on whistling whilst smoking a pipe.

And once I shot everyone,

A slave of the Friday kind,

sweeps the dead in front of me,

Who I'll shoot if he won't say:

I like you so cuz' of the things which you do so well with me

I like you so cuz' of the things which you do so well with me

I like you so, I like you so,

I like you so cuz' the thing

So well, so well, so well you do with me

I'm a dumb meat, just mud and blood, (and)

Demented meat, blood mixed with mud

I'm meat, just mud and blood

Mud and blood, mud and blood...