Текст песни Отто Дикс - Кровь Моя

Great power under the banner of vice
It goes to foreign countries, foreign prophets crucified.
Being on top of the world, there is nothing more wonderful
Next, to the cherished goal, with troops marching song.

But my blood is preserved through the ages
It does not matter in whose hands it is,
Who give shelter descendants steel eagle
To my blood I am not dead.

There was a striped sail above deck Drakkar *
Now, striped flag, continue to bear the punishment
For all those who do not fear to all those who disagree,
To all those who did not believe that this world is perfect.

But my blood is preserved through the ages
It does not matter in whose hands it is,
Who give shelter descendants steel eagle
To my blood I am not dead.

Winning small losses, gifts and kindness
On our faces ever-blooming smile weasel,
Carefully strictly looks at us
In the pyramid of frozen divine eye.

But my blood is preserved through the ages
It does not matter in whose hands it is,
Who give shelter descendants steel eagle
To my blood I am not dead.

Vos, o patricius sanguis, quos vivere par est **