They came to my garden
They had knives and combat boots
Charlie Chaplin on their T-shirts
Swastika instead of a rose
Behind them there went secretly
Girls that like to gargle
It may be unbelievable
But it can happen
Some people are broken
You and I know it
And that's maybe all to that
It doesn't matter, the main thing is that it fits
Nuts to threads
Pull yourself together and go home!
The gates will remain closed
Stones will move in a field
That's what on an LSD
Is telling me the old tent leather
Baník will hug Sparta*
And there will be so much love
It may be unbelievable
But it can happen
Some people are broken
You and I know it
And that's maybe all to that
It doesn't matter, the main thing is that it fits
Nuts to threads
Pull yourself together and go home!
White, yellow, blue, black
Faithful to left-wing or right-wing politics
I wish that at least once a year
Would come a scrapyard of idiots
Four idiots for two Guldens**
You are talking pell-mell
Last time my parents were afraid
That they will take us too
Some people are broken
You and I know it
And that's maybe all to that
It doesn't matter, the main thing is that it fits
Nuts to threads
Pull yourself together and go home!
They came to my garden
They had knives and combat boots
Charlie Chaplin on their T-shirts
Swastika instead of a rose
Behind them there went secretly
Girls that like to gargle
It may be unbelievable
But it can happen