Текст песни Вадим Фомин - Arbeit macht frei

and life was itself a premium, the early gray hair ruffled
fire was burning, buzzing saws at logging
brick factories grew in frozen ground were driven piles
Work makes you free, we are creating the foundations of paradise

Work makes you free, sanitary control point
and with every hour, every year - less fear, less pain
less looks askance and human flaws
a dream body in a ragged robe in the stinking muck pit

cooked in large cauldrons soap, pierced a sharp spade in the ground
and life was rain in the grave, sliding runners at the crust
rippling water down the drain, then draining of underarm
back to the Most Lucent palaces, then back to the chain sentinel towers