Текст песни Otto Dix - Экспрессионизм

Under a hail of shards and a whirlwind of shrapnel
Scarlet roses bloom on overcoats
In the gloomy pictures of a gloomy German,
In a chest that no longer has a heart.

The cold sea will recoil in disgust
From the feet of the old man, and will return in tide
Listening to the songs of a gloomy German
In a chest that no longer has a heart.

I paint a picture with tears and blood
But the audience is blind, it's all for nothing.
They just shout: "Look at us!"
And they cry with black eyes.

My lead will touch the cardboard a little nervously,
And a black trace of fear remains behind him,
Hiding the shadow of the past in sharp lines
On the faces posthumously frozen in pictures.

I burn the weight of words out of myself with fire,
I spread my iron wings and take off.
Phantom waves will suddenly respond
And timidly in my chest my heart will explode.

I paint a picture with tears and blood
But the audience is blind, it's all for nothing.
They just shout: "Look at us!"
And they cry with black eyes.