With all of our limbs intact, we will travel
to Weimar in May, but it'll cost us something.
It'll cost us something.

Weimar looks like a brainy town right out of the box,
where legends are common as farts, and there are bone-grinders nearby.
There are bone-grinders nearby.

Going there by rail
one must pay in advance for the suffering to come.
One must pay in advance for the suffering.

Why stay in Birkenau instead of going to Weimar?
Eat at The Elefant instead of dropping from the clouds like shit.
It'll cost something for sure, but it sure is something.

translated by by Paul Vermeersch