Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr [English translation]

You have battalions, squadrons

Batteries of machineguns

You also have the biggest cannons

My Michel, what do you want more? (1)

You have two dozen monarchs

Minions and priests, an army

So you can blessedly sleep

My Michel, what do you want more?

You have countless paragraph in law

Your prisons never go empty

There you can sleep in protective custody

My Michel, what do you want more?

You pay the most highest taxes

Your squires, labour themselves

To increase the price for your bread

My Michel, what do you want more?

You have swede-beets and acorns

And If you want more

You can caress your belly

My Michel, what do you want more?

You're allowed to exercise and march

Crisscross round the barrack yard

And then you perish for your emperor

My Michel, what do you want more?