Текст песни Вадим Фомин - Arbeit macht frei

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

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

cooked in a big pot soap sticks into the ground sharp spade
and the life was the rain in the grave , sliding runners crust
rippling water down the drain , then draining from the armpits
go to the Most Lucent palaces, then back to the chain sentinel towers