Wut English translation
von Feine Sahne Fischfilet

Empty faces, so many questions
No one there to give them answers
What’s left for them to dare?
Tonight, they strike back
Helmets await their orders
Batons cracking open heads
Water lashes through the streets
No one needs to be a cop

And the hate, it rises
And our rage, it drives
Our hearts are burning
Our hearts are burning

And the hate, it rises
And our rage, it drives
Our hearts are burning
Our hearts are burning


Kick me out of the city, I don’t give a damn what you say
Those without a spine swear loyalty to the state
Better to live on welfare, stay in bed until four
Drink beer, deal weed, snort speed — than earn money serving the law

The sirens scream, annoying my ears, but I’ve done nothing wrong
I’m far from sinless, but I step forward to throw
Being a cop means people with opinions are enemies
You're beating up kids again like they were your own

I’d rather wear a pink designer shirt, beg at the station for a few cents
Snort a line of cement than be down with Rainer Wendt
I’m warming up, nightfall’s drawing near
The next police station is just a stone’s throw from here

And the hate, it rises
And our rage, it drives
Our hearts are burning
Our hearts are burning

And the hate, it rises
And our rage, it drives
Our hearts are burning
Our hearts are burning