No one will have peace until we have spoken,
About love, hunger and war that never ends.
Our weapon is music and the joy ¥r password,
Sure it may sound like crap but it doesn't matter,
We started quite late like the rubble from before,
We had been thrown out now someone had closed a door
We said - now, now you will get back,
All the blows you gave when we were children,
We said - now, now will you get back,
All the blows you gave when we were children.
We got premises where only we were allowed to be,
There was no time for that negative criticism.
The weapon is music, joy is our watchword,
Nothing is unique it doesn't matter...