Текст песни Otto Dix - ветер

Hands are smeared with red clay,
In torment, the Creator creates a masterpiece.
And they whisper in his ears: "Throw this torment",
Creation will only bring you bitterness.
"Create!" others said: "Don't listen,
You will be proud of your creation! "
And now 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 and stupidity
The desire for profit, the debauchery of sweaty bodies.
Laziness of soul, feelings and mind, stinginess,
Is this how I wanted to see you?
I'm just a lump of clay, I'm not perfect
It's too late for me to change anything now.
But whose image I am, whose sins,
It's stupid to kick my father on the mirror.

Dirt is earth
Dirt is Your essence.
The mud is red
I am scum!

I'm just a piece of clay ...