Is the cannon blooming there?

You know that place, where the cannons are blooming?

You don't know? You'll recognize it!

There, the agents are so high and mighty.

In the office, it's like being in a barracks.

There, where the private's badge appears under the tie.

There, people wear invisible steel helmets on their heads.

There, people have faces, but no heads.

There, people have faced but no heads. There, people go to bed and just breed offspring!

There, an officer asks for something.

--He must ask for something...

the head is first straightened, and then it stands at attention.

Look to the right! Then the spine is turned again.

There, when a child is born, it is born with

The little spurs, the hair that divides the path of the head.

There, people are not born to be civilians.

There, those who keep their mouths shut will be promoted.

Do you know that place? It can be a blessed place.

It can be a blessed place to be happy!

There is arable land, coal, steel, and precious stones.

There is hard work, strength, and other good things.

Even sanity and goodness sometimes!

A true warrior spirit. But the numbers are small.

There, there was a child between two men.

He liked to play with a small soldier made of lead.

There, freedom is not mature. It still stays green.

Whatever was being built - always building barracks.

You know that place, where the cannons are blossoming?

You don't know? You will recognize it!