Az egér, aki több liter vért vesztett
A warm empty farm-house outthere,
Feelin’ so cool this end of november,
Want to sit next to the comfortable fireplace,
De valaki folyton utánunk egerész.
I am going to be reborn as mouse,
But I am in a trap, dreaming with open mouth,
My blood is absorbed in the szétrágott vályog,
I always am the same one akit ott bent úgy utáltok.
My nation and my individuum is the same,
And no time is spent for became so unique,
We mice have the same soul and blood-stock,
It does not care, abból több liter is elfolyhat.
And you, men, you are so big and selfish,
You have too large mouse, de vesztetek majd úgyis,
Your rooms will be as empty as your hearts,
One of our teeth will bite off your fülcimp,
Like a very pointed, well-directed darts.
Althought your walls are splasing in our death,
And all of your bait become uncountable corps,
Több liter egérvér árán győz az egér sors.
