This little meal table, misters:
Is all our people has, their life;
Of our blood-weeping, agonizing people.
It waits you, misters,
It bows for you.
Eat it all, eat it all, gobble them!
Eat them all, misters!
This orexic meal is yours.
Eat until you are full, until you sneeze,
Until you explode!
You are so hungry, misters:
We can see it in your eyes.
Eat, come on,
If you don't, who knows if they stay till tomorrow
Those who called you to this meal,
How will they brag?
You deserved it, fought for it,
"Yeah, okay" we said.
You have the right
Eat them all, misters!
This orexic meal is yours.
Eat until you are full, until you sneeze,
Until you explode!
Whatever is around, all are of those delicate men!
Breed, clan, honor, bridal, play, mansion, palace, vanity,
It is all yours, misters:
Mansions, palaces, brides, troops,
It is all yours, all yours, with no efforts!
Eat them all, misters!
This orexic meal is yours.
Eat until you are full, until you sneeze,
Until you explode!
What changes if it is hard to tolerate your importance
You have the pride of vanity,
You have the happiness of revenge!
Your face smiles, misters,
All those in the meal cheer up, they shine
All those heads, brains, livers,
All those bloody bites.
Eat them all, misters!
This orexic meal is yours.
Eat until you are full, until you sneeze,
Until you explode!
This poor country gives you whatever it has:
Gives you its goods, lives, hopes, dreams;
Comfort, health, smolder!
Come on, roll them in;
Don't ever think if it is rightfully obtained, or not!
Eat them all, misters!
This orexic meal is yours.
Eat until you are full, until you sneeze,
Until you explode!
This blend will end,
Share them among each other, fast!
You'll see, crackling fire you see today
Will burn out tomorrow!
While stomachs are full, while stomachs are hot;
Eat them, share them, cram them, fast, fill the pots!
Eat them all, misters!
This meal, screeching "Eat me!" is yours!
Eat until you are full, until you vomit,
Until you explode!