The world stinks because it’s based on a subtraction
What I can get minus what it costs me
The profit that drags us to the cliff
There's hardly any space left for life
It's been reduced to convenience, to curses
Speaking of smarts, who's steering this cart with no lights
You smash into the economy
Of an outdated, unjust, irresponsible, spoiled market
Being forced to sell our time in a wage job
Don't ask me for patience, because I won't crush my conscience
Yet I still see the decay around me
I'm talking about full development of abilities
That box our minds in schools and universities
There'll be life before death, everyone paying monthly fees
Bills are the commonest torture in the cities
The stick that has a carrot tied to its tip
That's our story, walking in circles like a waterwheel
Always thinking about buying some new object
That will finally leave us completely satisfied
But if you search in the wrong place, you never find anything
Happiness can't be packaged
That with cash you sleep more peacefully
But without balance it won't do you any good
Time passes, the weeks are the same
The routine is so tiresome
That it leaves our personal projects in a coma
We forget what we want and we don't get tired
If we're denied the helm
Why do we keep to the oars?
I curse anyone who trades with other people's time
He'd sell his mother if needed to keep his wallet full
That scorning feeling
Because it's not profitable doesn't prove intelligence
Widows swarm the landscape, vampires in suits
They keep the cashbox in this feature film
I propose subversion, persistence, courage
I propose increasing recycling
I propose getting fired up
To blow up this putrid place that doesn't allow DIY
I propose a wild spirit
With care we prepare the hammers to break the gears
That through the pockets achieves total vassalage
Prostrated before an imbecile who crunches numbers and knows nothing
He knows nothing, no, no way
He knows nothing, no, no way