Текст песни Otto Dix - Грязь Земли

Hands are smeared with red clay:
In torment, the creator, the masterpiece creates;
And whisper in his ears - "throw these torments
Creating bitterness will only bring you. "

“Create,” they said; others, “don’t listen,
You will be proud of your creation. "
And the creator breathed the Soul into a handful of earth.
What will you become? Well, let's see.

Dirt is Earth.
Dirt is your essence!
The dirt is red!
Dirt is me!

- Cruel battles, vanity, stupidity,
The desire for profit, the debauchery of sweaty bodies,
Laziness of the soul, feelings and mind stinginess
So I would like to see you.

“I am only a piece of clay; I am not perfect!” But it’s too late in me to change anything. But whose likeness am I, whose sins? It's silly on the mirror, my father, to blame!

The dirt ...
Dirt is your essence!
The dirt is red!
Scum is me!

I am only a piece of clay ...