Оригинален текст
A niche of scorpions
Bouquet of flowers
The value of life
Nothingness and debts
Order of the universe
The chaos of being
Physical beauty
You're soulless and vain
The flesh always willing
The spirit rough
Happy the men
Who don't know
Love of the family
Unite in seperation
Marriage of convenience
Divorced from itself
Buying and selling is
Human consumption
Chating the slogan
That suits people best
The flesh always willing