Buldog - Do generałów

It growls, it threatens, furrows its brow
Some tinpot general, draped in stars
Remember that here – it’s us, the thoughtful passers-by
We are the generals here!

Nonchalance, pomp, epaulettes, flair
Staff secrets, adjutants, grand balls
He says a word – and there's an uproar:
“Thank you! Mr. General!”

Ridiculous things. Really, what for?
Take an example from me: I walk humbly
But I have power, gentlemen, beyond measure!
– The entire wide world belongs to me!

Yes, I have power, gentlemen, beyond measure
The entire wide world belongs to me
Yes, I have power, gentlemen, beyond measure
The entire wide world belongs to me!

None of you will ever achieve
The rank of a Free Poet!
God won’t throw you stars like that
On your uniforms or epaulettes!

No staff will ever entrust you
With our sweet and terrible secrets!
You won’t find on any map
The mysterious homeland of poets!

You – red lapels for slaughter
For murder, rape, and devastation!
We – tear open our chests to the heart:
These are our scarlet lapels!

We tear open our chests to the heart
These are our scarlet lapels
We tear open our chests to the heart
These are our scarlet lapels!

From your cannons – a hail of bullets
Death and smoke, bomb throwers!
But with life and fire, even a thousand years from now
The grapeshot of our words will still explode!

So stop pretending to be lions
Ridiculous people, adorned with stars
Remember that here – it’s us, the thoughtful passers-by
We are the generals here
Remember that here – it’s us, the thoughtful passers-by
We are the generals here

These are our scarlet lapels
We tear open our chests to the heart!
These are our scarlet lapels
We tear open our chests to the heart!
These are our scarlet lapels
We tear open our chests to the heart
These are our scarlet lapels!