Not the entire arsenal of the civilian garrisons
Not three hundred M-16 rifles
Not Clinton's bullets, the Pope's bulls
Nor the slaps of those who keep laws
None of this will make us accept
The ad aeternum absurdity of this place
Twelfth circle of the last hell
Infected, without light, without letters, without law
And ready to burn
Dante's Inferno in front of each one
From the time the morning begins
Until the time the cell gets cold, dirty and dark
And the free moon kind of mocks us
Not all the apparatus of the Holy Inquisition
Not even the priest's little dance in the your television
Bi Babulina arrived with gasoline and a mattress
And hope is bush in the heart
And ready to burn
There is no solution, not even hypocrisy
There is no sign of getting better one day
If you don't mind I'll dynamite
The door, this fucking dungeon
Not even the high school education Rousseau
Can you understand what is happening here
Flowers of evil, Light of horror
Beacon of this disgrace
It is only good for burning

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN