Текст песни Otto Dix - Глина

Hands are smeared with red clay;
In torment, the Creator creates a masterpiece.
And they whisper in his ears: "Throw this agony,
Creation will only bring you bitterness! "

"Do!" - said others, - "do not listen!
You will be proud of your creation! "
And so the Creator breathed a soul into a handful of earth.
"What will you become? Well, let's see!"

Dirt is earth!
Dirt is your essence!
The mud is red ...
Dirt is me!

- Cruel games, vanity, stupidity;
The desire for profit, the debauchery of sweaty bodies;
Laziness of soul, feelings and mind, stinginess;
Is that how I wanted to see you?

- I am just a lump of clay, I am imperfect!
It's too late to change anything in me now!
But whose likeness am I? Whose sins?
It's stupid to blame the mirror, my Father !?