Most of you must die of something.
You against a wall, I jumped into the sea.
But a white bed and a warm shawl
take care of an admiral.
A beautiful city is laid in gravel.
And pale children die outdoors.
Te bomb rooms and for the few,
only brave statesmen are allowed to go.
So big words are given and said.
But small is small and power is power.
Most of you must die of something.
You against the wall, I in the sea.