In the summer The fires come In mid-summer The pyres burn And, everything disappears And, everybody hears "Kapitulation, kapitulation Kapitulation, kapitulation" One week after the d**h Of the leader Two weeks after the birth Of me In the field of blackbirds We beg to differ In the field of blackbirds We disagree "Kapitulation, kapitulation Kapitulation, kapitulation" Our colour - the universe, grey! Our colour - the universe, prey! Our reason - I cannot say Our judgement - we learn today "Kapitulation, kapitulation Kapitulation, kapitulation" In the winter The fires come In mid-summer Our pyres burn And, all disappears Yet, nobody hears "Kapitulation!"