Текст песни OST Тиль Уленшпигель - Злая Песня

What a sweet land, where everything is over the edge
Where there is plenty of food and drink!
So, damn it, know live, drink and eat.
And long live Flanders!
On green oaks, on oak pillars
All year round in this generous land
Fruits grow with tongue up to the navel -
Crow's free grub.
And although wood is in price in this country,
Fire blazes merrily everywhere:
We burn alive instead of firewood and orphans and widows -
Both warm and pleasant stench.
It’s warm and pleasant and fun to know
That you can always warm your hands.
Dragging to the fire even a dear mother -
You will receive a legal third.
And do not be afraid then before God's judgment,
Find and imagine the king:
“Oh Lord! He made me a cattle,
It's his fault, not me! "
And long live Flanders!