The walls are corroded with gilding,
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Rotten has started in our houses.
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It smells of envy, it smells of betrayal,
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A web of sticky fear.
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Hardened, hoarse souls,
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Flattery in high esteem, coarse flattery
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It became dirty, dusty and stuffy
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Who is for faith, freedom and honor?
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Brother, choose for yourself - get up or tremble,
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Brother, choose for yourself - take off or be silent,
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Brother, choose for yourself - forgive or shoot,
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Brother, hell or heaven - you choose
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As always, then enemies, then ravines,
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Either bumps, or just trouble.
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Not the soul is important, but papers,
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Guiding, where are you, star?
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Darkness chooses the weak
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And hard wool at the heart.
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Let there be few of us brave
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Who is for faith, freedom and honor.
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Rusted former glory
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Orders stolen
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Who shouts to the left, who to the right
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There is a war against the truth
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Like in a dream we vote for the former,
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Cut nimble truth tin.
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Mice are clapping to the fanfare
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Who is for the faith of freedom and honor.
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Children learn to laugh
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And they don't look into each other's eyes.
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Who is responsible for everything for this,
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Me and you, you and me.
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Other people's merits will not be counted,
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Where is retribution and where is revenge.
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Get your swords and bows
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We are for faith, freedom and honor. |