Текст песни The Alcobastards - Дотла

On the traces of the former empire
Born in the remains of the life we ​​have,
The generation of those who miraculously survived in poverty.
Steal, lie, or kill,
That was the way to be successful.
Others simply disappeared into the void.
We have learned from childhood only to destroy,
But someone has to create.

What can we build?
On the ruins of palaces,
On the graves of their fathers,
On the ruins of the ideas,
Amid the deserted fields,
Burnt to the ground.

Siren's voice, singing missiles
We at the destruction not equal again.
We can easily paint the sky with warm blood.
But hundreds of thousands can not find shelter,
Others do not heat the walls of their homes,
But it makes no difference to the warlike gentlemen.
We have studied all my life only to destroy,
But who will build up?

What can we build?
On the ruins of palaces,
On the graves of their fathers,
On the ruins of the ideas,
Amid the deserted fields,
Burnt to the ground.