Somewhere far away stars were forged
To our beautiful flag
Now a small worker looks from the Earth
How they fall from there
In the masters' pliers, by the lathe,
There's an eternal longing
To see how the leaders'
Backbones bend
You eat everything, you eat what you get from others
Your blue sky and ploughed up lands
There's no use to come to chastise a man
If he doesn't even have a backbone
I'm ready to fall and die, perhaps,
Under the flag which married me in the cradle
But for what and who again got to
Reel the thread of my own life
On forums people say
Whatever comes to their mind1
There the bitter yearning of a man
Takes him to a tree as a monkey
And when a caveman in his fit of anger
Crawls out of his hole,
Then the light of sense
Shines in absence
A lot of sense wasn't given back then
There's a lot of talk, but where is its quality
Perhaps behind everything, there's the most sacred thought:
A welfare state, where people don't feel well
1. Literally "what spit brings to mouth".