I must be totally nuts,
I guess I must have just moved.
When I had my beautiful body in the hammock,
and I was thinking again for a long time.
I wrote a new manifesto,
and added to it some more protest.
Now it has only to be sent to the printery,
but they stopped working because of the hot weather.
It is too hot,
it is too hot,
it is too hot for the street fighting,
too hot, 'cause the street is steaming.
We had called upon for the united fight against the class enemy,
we couldn't foresee that this week of all weeks
the sun would shine so intensively.
The masses are standing ready.
They have risen up,
in order to make a rehearsal for the insurrection,
and this definitely has to be praised.
But waving flags, shooting, dying and shouting slogans,
on the stairs in front of the Reichstag*,
this has been postponed.
I've been lying here for days in my own juice,
and I'm unable to get up by myself.
So I stay a little bit longer here in the garden,
and the revolution has to wait.
It's too hot,
it's too hot,
Too hot to destroy something,
I think I'll listen a little bit to Tillmann.
I just don't have any opinion at all of all this crap,
it's too,
it's too,
it's too,
it's much too hot!