I have something against cold feet
I have something against beatings
I hate that bitter sweetness
It's attached to being satisfied
I have something against fear and lies
Silence is a small death
And before I submit in humility
I shout out what threatens me
I have something against rockets
That are aimed at me
I'm afraid, no asking will help
The only thing that helps is that we agree
I have something against puppets
Those who provoke a war
Those who take refuge in thick bunkers
When the people rebel
I have something against war profits
I have something against this Judas wages
I have something against powder kegs
And I feel like the fuses are already lit
I have something against rockets
That are aimed at me
I'm afraid that no amount of asking will help
The only thing that helps is that we agree