Still the gray dawn is arriving
Still the still night is arriving
Still for a moment life is on the win
After that you can turn the eyes away
Still now and then you hear the laughter
From day by day it's getting more bitter
Still the wings sunder the air
From moment by moment they get darker
refrain:
If I was a bird, would I flitter (turning from side to side) in oil somewhere?
If I was wolf of snowdrifts, I would soon be howling for the last time
If i were a lake, would I be already grown full with plants? (sorry, i don't know the correct word in English)
If I were still a child, what color would be the sky, that I am watching?
Those things never worried us
We only eat, and drink, and f**k
Our profits go to maximum soon; we will die
We rise up to the Nirvana of winners
Oh, our lives are not precious for us
We celebrate the power of the strongest one
We are the pictures of our fathers and mothers
Soon we'll be old bitter persons
refrain
With our blue eyes closed from the world, closed until our graves (closed, until we die)
now we march victoriously straight down the precipice (precipice=sharp edge of a cliff).
Freedom! Leads the people!
Freedom! Leads the people!