Текст песни Гран-Кураж - Стервятники

The sun beats down mercilessly on the ground,
Saves only a shadow,
And a flock of birds, not knowing the rest,
Flies all day long.

They smell the meat and fresh blood,
They are tired of flying.
But hunger is calling them to flight again and again,
Calling them flying again.

And the screams are heard in their mouths,
Piercing the firmament,
Heart burn in the hot bodies,
Their hunger calls in flight!

The sun beats down mercilessly on the ground -
Like arrows, its rays.
And then, finally, a flock of birds in the heat
Found pieces of production.

Jackals left them to eat up,
And earlier rallied pack
Attacked carrion pieces to swallow,
Each other of robbing!