Jack The Ripper - Son Of... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am the son of Adolf Hitler

My father was a monster, and my mother... oh my poor mother !

Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry

But every son of should join their hands and tell the good people :

"We're not sons of, we're not sons of...

We are freaks."

I'm walking in the streets through your screaming, through your spit

And here are your wives saying : "Look at his eyes, he must be the devil inside... The texture of his hair, the rictus on his face : yes he's the son of Adolf Hitler !"

Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry

But every son of should join their hands and tell the good people :

"We're not sons of, we're not sons of..."

That's what the people of this town want you to know :

"If your blood is polluted, if you're in any need of aid...

You should be better off dead !"