Текст песни Friedrich Nietzsche - Zur Genealogie der Moral

He lived in this world
The painted country
Beast Witch,
Full of ideas,
Not like you and me!

But does not get on the roof
Even with a smart head,
And in the winter and summer
It is to you with greetings,
Unlucky guard!

Beep-beep, the total hi
The head vinaigrette,
No time,
The brakes, too, no!

So ..! Race!
Full speed ahead! Chalk-chickpeas-th!
It was a miracle! Chalk-chickpeas-th!
Undershoot and flight
Nowhere out of nowhere! Chalk-chickpeas-th!

And his tireless blues
Both he and she,
And the house, and a prison
Wild and joyfully
Go berserk

The whole world suddenly come off its hinges,
Maybe not all of a sudden.

It's a race! Race !! Race !!
New closed ...
New closed ...
The new vicious circle!
Race!