Hepa he
Now we really have no place to go
You took us to our ends
Because of different kinds of fools
We'll have to sacrifice our balls
Happiness was grabbed a long time ago
In the golden times that passed
Now you make us live ashamed
Under pressure of a burden
Moral winners of a lost war
Believing in an imagined golden bullion
And the real thing in which we've believed for so long
Has become evil and too shameful
And now we live with a burden
Because of your golden times
Now we have weak nerves
And a bunch of problems in our heads.