Текст песни Otto Dix - Грязь Земли

Red clay smeared hands:
In agony creator creates a masterpiece;
And whispered in his ear - "throw the flour
Create you only bring bitterness. "

"Express Yourself" - said the other - "not listen,
You will be proud of his creation. "
And in a handful of soil creator breathed soul.
How did you become? Well, we'll see.

Dirt essence of the Earth.
Dirt - are yours!
Red Dirt!
Dirt - it's me!

- Fierce Battle, vanity, stupidity,
The desire for wealth, corruption sweaty bodies,
Indolence of the soul, the senses and the mind avarice
That would be you, I wanted to see.

- I am a piece of clay, I'm not perfect! But now in my late to change anything. But whose I like, whose sins? On the mirror is stupid, my father, to blame!

Dirt ...
Dirt - are yours!
Red Dirt!
Mraz - I!

I am a piece of clay ...