Information from press:
"Then both delegations put wreaths
on the grave of Unknown soldier."
And what did Unknown soldier tell them?
The claque at the head and then the virtuous families
an armful of chrysanths, black tweed jackets
and hero's wife, holding her fancy man.
Flowers in palms and black armbands,
staring in front of the gate.
The smell of the dancing hall clung on them
They're putting on pain.
Why are you gaping here?
Kiss my arse
Or are you thinking,
I'm waiting for this?
Why are you staring here?
Bugger off home!
You're building monuments,
please, tell me for who?
And every now and then, gentlemen show mercy and kneel
It’s embarrassing, when with a perfect pose,
They try to shed tears.
Then they get up and music starts to play
a crappy song, and one more time
they pathetically gulp above the grave with a lantern.
Why are you gaping here?
Trying to sigh?
Or are you thinking,
that I wanted to die?
We're sick of the brass hats,
why are they coming here?
Screw your flags!
I wanted a priest!
I'm feeling best,
when cats on my grave
caterwaul in the night
something that with
shooting at each other
has nothing in common.
Miaowing softly and never beseeching,
They neither serve heroes, nor bring wreaths
on the graves of Unknown soldiers.
How much are they paying you for this idea?
Fuck off and shag your whores!
What are you telling me?
That I would go again?
Gladly?
Are you waiting for an answer? Fuck you!
Yeah fuck you!