Текст песни E.S.T. - Крах идеала

Amateur scientific dispute
Connoisseur of human souls
I often suffer from constipation
Used to say nonsense.

Now you're all hippies yes punks
But I lived to be gray hairs
I went to the 45th under the Russian tanks
Saving dear Berlin.

And only now I found out whose son I was
And only now I found out whose son I was
The collapse of the ideal.
The collapse of the ideal.

Do you remember the pictures of the chronicles
Where Himmler kisses me
I was not then still chronicles
I was in so much fire

I rewarded Heinrich Hesse
Deputy. Fuhrer's number one
I was then a young cheerful playboy
Tall and strong blond

And only now I found out whose son I was
And only now I found out whose son I was
And only now I found out whose son I was
And only now I found out whose son I was
The collapse of the ideal. The collapse of the ideal.
The collapse of the ideal. The collapse of the ideal.

I would read from Faust cartridge
Under thirty fourth crazy
I am Russian source damage
For the country devoted son

And only now I found out whose son I was
And only now I found out whose son I was
And only now I found out whose son I was
And only now I found out whose son I was

Dad-Aryan was gay
Mom sinned neighbor Jew
Mom told me everything now
This is called the collapse of the ideal.