Текст песни Otto Dix - Замкнутый мир механизмов

In big cities, no place for dreams,
Fight with the machine you have to yourself.
No one can help and if you are weak -
That kneel, submissive slave!

In big cities, no place for freedom,
Spring is shaking, spring is on edge.
And if it will tear under the strain -
That her replacement exists a mechanism.

He got up on his knees, uncomplaining servant!
He got up on his knees, uncomplaining servant!

In big cities, not a place of trust,
Here, each of the powerful hidden door.
And sinful judgment is harsh and dangerous,
Only the closed world of mechanisms beautiful!

The closed world of mechanisms beautiful!
The closed world of mechanisms beautiful!

In big cities, no place for the soul,
Soul violates the scope of substances.
The error in the error and failure.
The machine has to fight with you!

The machine has to fight with you!
The machine has to fight with you!