For the sake of the dictator
Our factories - make the weapon
Our mothers - give rise to murderers
Games and films - in us awake animals
The society compels - to hate similar
Great powers to wallow in fire
We will choke in brotherly blood
Our bodies will decay in a heap in the field
And all for the sake of the dictator and its glory
All our history – history of wars and death
All our life – aspiration to ruthless fight
By means of belief in god – we lose fear to death
You that we turn – to real murderers
Great powers to wallow in fire
We will choke in brotherly blood
Our bodies will decay in a heap in the field
And all for the sake of the dictator and its glory
Ourselves not the right to change our life
Our society forces to trust in aggression
Hunger, destruction, death – directs at us fear
But our fear only feeds dictators and their power
Great powers to wallow in fire
We will choke in brotherly blood
Our bodies will decay in a heap in the field
And all for the sake of the dictator and its glory
