friedensfahne:

Marokko, Deutschland oder Türkei
Es ist doch alles einerlei
Brasilien, Togo oder USA
Es ist genug Platz für alle da

Patrioten und Faschisten,
haut doch ab ihr scheiß Rassisten

China, Belgien oder Vietnam
Wir scheren alles über einen Kamm
Angola, Lybien oder Frankreich
Ja die Menschen sind alle gleich

Patrioten und Faschisten,
haut doch ab ihr scheiß Rassisten

Europa, Australien, Afrika
Die Welt ist doch für alle da
Russen, Lappe oder Afghane
Hisst, hisst die Friedensfahne

Patrioten und Faschisten,
haut doch ab ihr scheiß Rassisten

Schluß mit Terror
Schluß mit Krieg
Dem Frieden gehört der Sieg

ausnahmezoustand:

d'Politiker sin am Chômage
d'Gerichter gin zougemaach
d'Flicke spille matt der Kaart
d'Prisongen gin opgespaart

d'Zaldote gin Heem
an d'Panzeren huelen se auserneen
Herrscher gin oofgesaat
d'Gesetzer gin oofgeschaaft

Ausnahmezoustand Anarchie
De Staat ass doud

Brout an Aarbescht fir jidereen
Bildung fir ee Matteneen
Vu Fräiheet, Toleranz a Respekt
An eng moral ouni Defekt

De Mënsch ass Problem a Léisung
Et gëtt keng aaner Erklärung
Am eenzelnen gin Ännerungen ënnerholl
Ouni Muecht a Kontroll

bannanerepublik:

Demokratie un der Muecht,
Data hu mier geduecht
Gerechtegkeet a kee Leed,
ass daat sou wéi et hei geet?

Lëtzebuerg Banannerepublik,
Et ass sou uerg an nëtt publik.

Vu Propaganda iwerschwemmt,
et ass keen deen sëch rëmerkennt.
D'Vulle sangen, d'Aafe sprangen
An d'Banken sin um plangen.

D'Flicken sin iwerall,
frai sin mir op kee Fall.
Kenns de keen da bass de keen,
daat gëllt hei fir Jidereen.

rising hell:

The sun disappears from the horizon
Eternal darkness catches the world
The demons gain power again over you and me
You can't escape, you can't flee

Hell's rising, the devil wants your soul
Hell's rising, the world is out of control
You will die
We will die
Hell's rising, the devil wants your soul
Hell's rising it's time for rock'n roll

You knew the time would come sooner or later
When the undead grab, and eat you alive
Flaming beasts crack your head, split your brain
Hell's axes will rip your body, slit your throat

witches in the night:

Witches in the night,
Put a spell on you.
They will take your bride,
And you will stay alone.

You fall on your knees,
And you look up to the sky.
You fall down on your knees,
And you look up to the sky.

Witches in the night
Took your bride away
Witches in the night
Destroy your life

red carnation:

When I look into your eyes
I know my place is by your side
When I feel your hand in my own
I know I am not alone

For you a red carnation
My heart is like a revolution

When I hear your voice in my ear
I know there is nothing to fear
When I think of you and me
I know why I'm supposed to be

basta:

Les promesses brillantes nous éblouissent
La flatterie nous envahit
Tout est possible, on est ravi
Avec notre croix sur leur liste

J'ai confiance en leur compétence,
Leurs principes rigides comme des élastiques
Méritent nos accords frénétiques
Mais fini l'ironie il faut qu'on avance

Basta c'est fini

C'est fini le capitalisme
La dictature de l'économie
C'est fini la guerre
Le règne des armes
C'est fini le racisme
La haine par idiotie
C'est fini la discrimination
La hiérarchie sociale

der weg ist das ziel:

Manchmal frag ich mich was das ganze soll
Warum ich lebe und wofür ich sterben werde
Meine Antwort scheint trostlos zu sein
Doch sie besiegt meine Resignation.

Der Weg ist das Ziel

Ich stehe auf und mach mich auf den Weg
Ohne Orientierung, immer Richtung Horizont
Weder Wind noch Regen, nichts hält mich mehr auf
Weder Hitze noch Kälte, nichts hält mich mehr auf.

Der Weg ist das Ziel

estropié:

Les blessures suppurantes
Ont laissé des traces avertissantes
Embrouillé dans les barbelées
L'espoir s'est essoufflé
Une douleur étranglante m'assaillit
Je n'ai plus envie

estropié:

Une partie de moi à l'agonie
Le reste est malade et affaibli
La guerre reste dans ma tête
Mes pensées se répètent
Le souvenir qui me gêne
Mais je vis, quand-même

con sistema:

Quando esco e vado per la strada
Io dico bravamente sempre BUONGIORN'

E mi nascondo dietro a questa faccia
Naturalmente quella di un'brav'UOM'

Ma veramente cio quello che penso
Non e affatto cosi CONFORM'

Con sistema contro il sistema

Perche in verita sono un diavolo
Cercando di caotizzar' il MONDO

Con sistema contro il sistema

disease:

A large concrete wall around the heart
Speaking with tanks and machine guns
Eyes that only see the enemy
Barbed wire inside their brains

It's fucking disease
The remedy is peace

Refugee camps, home of lost souls
Answering with terrorist attacks
Blinded by fundamentalism
Stones thrown by masked helplessness

Killing brothers and sisters
For the feud's sake
Breaking under the weight
Of never ending brutality

no way out:

Going straight ahead
There's no way out
What shall I do
Searching for help

There's nobody out there who possibly could find a way to get me out here

Why, oh why, am I in this misery

le rocher:

Impossible de bouger
Quelle direction que ce soit
Captive entre mélancolie et joie
Il paraît inchangé

Perdu dans les mers de sentiments
Les vagues de solitude heurtant
Contre le rocher gémissant
Dans l'éternité du temps

L'esprit torturé par des visions
Ne voit plus de refuge
Les mémoires lui refusent
De ressentir sa réconciliation

refugee:

Cowering in a dark corner
Between cold steel walls
Eating what is passed over
Hiding in fear of being discovered

Refugee on the journey of hope

Escaping from self-justice
A corrupt government in a land
Suffocating from the mafia and civil war
Running in fear of being killed

Refugee on the journey of hope

Arriving in the Promised Land
Lost in an unknown world
Handed over to the bureaucratic machine
One of thousands hoping to be accepted

l'homme et l'oiseau:

Il était un homme assis
dans son HLM moisis
il n'avait plus d'espoir
ne sortait plus, au revoir

La seule compagnie qu'il eut
Fut un oiseau qui lui plu
Avec des plumes merveilleuses
Aux couleurs lumineuses

Avec son chant charmant
Et surtout divertissant
Il le laisse oublier
Sa solitude éprouvée

Mais l'oiseau emprisonné
Avait tout changé
Des plumes sur la terre
Pas de couleur, que de la chair
Silence, plus de chant
L'œil noir non bougeant
Vu son état désolé
L'homme décidait de le libérer

Après quelque temps passé
L'oiseau revenait en santé
Chaque jour pour lui remercier

fuck dictators:

Their leader takes care of them
He knows everything and is always right
What luck they have, to be controlled by him
They live in his perfect propaganda world.

Fuck all dictators

Their leader poses in his uniform
He waves back to enthusiastic crowds
Who are loyal while being oppressed and murdered
They appreciate starving and fighting for him.

Fuck all dictators

Their leader is democratically elected
He protects the capitalist system
The consumers are told that they are free
They cultivate their egoism and moral standards.

system overload:

Do headlines in newspapers justify all the bombs blown up?
What have they achieved, has there anything improved?
Hate escalates, minds are turning round and round
When is this supposed to end, when the last man has died?

Stop it, it has to end, stop it now!

There will be no winner, nice greetings of Pyrus
Everyone has lost, what perspectives are there left?
The ground soaked up with blood is a silent witness
Of cruelty and narrow minded thirst for power.

War feeds industry and industry feeds war
Our wallet gets bigger, business as usual
Good vs. Bad, but the borderline has become slightly unclear
Thanks to politics we know who our enemies are

last but not least:

I wasn't so good at school
I wasn't respected by people
I got pushed by everyone
I couldn't follow, I didn't fit

I may be last, last but not least

I never did something right
I was always on the wrong side
I didn't please everyone
I am rotten and forgotten

So I'm still here and
I don't care what you think