Текст песни DASSLER - Пылают Огнем Сотни Сердец

Our poems are not spontaneous uprisings,
But I'm sure this is just the beginning.
The poets of the revolution, where shop windows are beating,
Our song has already sounded!
Explosion, napalm, shock barrage and burst of machine guns,
We'll have a ball tonight
With weapons in hand instead of glasses!

Yes death is inevitable
But we are waiting for immortality in a poetic style.
The fire burns in our hearts and as before
There is strength in spirit and brevity in word.

Glory to death going
In the past and the future
You were, are and will be an example
To all dozing and waiting,
Rotting alive
That weakness and cowardice do not know the measure.
Here and now! Our hour has come!
Show intent in action.
We were covered with patience for a long time
Our nerves are on edge!

Every step we take will be sung in verse
On street walls and fences!
Hundreds of hearts are burning with fire
In the clenched fists of our struggle, gunpowder is not damp.