Wut [English translation]

Empty faces, many questions

Noone who gives them answers

What can they dare to do here still?

Tonight they will strike back

Helmets await their commandos

Truncheons bash in heads

Water whips them through the streets

Noone needs to be a cop!

And the hate - it grows

And our anger - it floats

Our hearts burn

Our hearts burn!

And the hate - it grows

And our anger - it floats

Our hearts burn

Our hearts burn!

Banish me from the town - I don't give a fuck what you say

Those who are spineless are sworn in to the state

I'd rather get income support, lie in bed till 4

Drink beer, deal weed, score speed

Than earning my money in civil service

The siren in my ears is annoying -

I have nothing to accuse myself of

I'm not free of sin, but I'm one of the first to throw

Being a policeman means that human beings with opinions are enemies

You beat up others' children again

As if they were your own

I prefer wearing a pink designer shirt

Begging at the station for a few cents

Scoring a line of cement than to be down with Rainer Wendt

I make myself warm because the beginning of darkness comes near

The next cop station is only a stone's throw away.

(Chorus)