Tamo dole
Ispod betonske kore je ždrelo pakla...
Čuvari mira, gospodari rata...
Senke hodaju bez svojih tela...
Ja svoje srce pravim od blata...
Delirijum očaja, ekstaza bola...
Krik novorođenčeta je krik čovečanstva...
Rađamo se u plaču i kiša suta nas,
U smrt prati na kraju proročanstva.
DOWN BELOW
Under concrete crust is the grotto of hell...
The keepers of peace, the masters of war...
Shadows walk with no bodies to cast them...
I fashion my heart out of mud...
A delirium of despair, an ecstasy of pain...
The scream of a newborn is the scream of mankind.
Wea re born in tears and a rain of tears,
Accompanies us into death at the end of the prophecy.