When they start pasting announcements to the walls with fresh paste
When they start gluing them to the people, to the soldiers
When the black print sounds the alarm
And any thug or any puppy will believe their eternal lie
That we must go and fire cannons
To murder, plunder, poison, and burn
When they start, in a thousand-fold fashion
To tear the homeland apart with declination
And deceive with a colorful emblem
And incite with a 'historical reason'
About span, glory, and frontiers
About fathers, grandfathers, and banners
About heroes and victims
About heroes and victims
Because God himself whispered to him from heaven
That we must fight for the homeland
When it spreads, spreads
The scream of letters from the front pages of newspapers
And a flock of wild women
Starts to throw flowers 'Little soldiers'
Oh, my uneducated friend
My fellow man from this or that land!
My fellow man from this or that land!
Know that the bells are ringing in alarm
Kings with their potbellied lords
Know that it's a lie, a common farce
When they call: 'Arms on your shoulders!'
That somewhere oil seeped from the earth
And made a fortune in dollars
That something's not quite right in their banks
That somewhere they've sniffed out a full coffer
Or fat scoundrels have spotted
Some heavier duty on cotton
Slash the street pavement with your rifle!
The blood is yours, and the oil is theirs!
And from capital to capital
Cry out, defending your blood
'We, gentlemen, the nobility, are the ones who are swinging!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
My fellow man from this or that land!
Know that the bells are ringing in alarm
Kings with their potbellied lords
Know that it's a lie, a common farce
When they call: 'Arms on your shoulders!'
That somewhere oil seeped from the earth
And made a fortune in dollars
That something's not quite right in their banks
That somewhere they've sniffed out a full coffer
Or fat scoundrels have spotted
Some heavier duty on cotton
Slash the street pavement with your rifle!
The blood is yours, and the oil is theirs!
And from capital to capital
Cry out, defending your blood
'We, gentlemen, the nobility, are the ones who are swinging!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'
'We are the nobility to rock!'