Текст песни E.S.T. - Крах идеала

Lover of a scientific dispute
The expert of human souls
I often suffered from constipation
Sometimes used to say nonsense.

Now you're all hippies and punks
And here I have lived to gray hair
I walked in the 45th under the Russian tanks
Saving his beloved Berlin.

And only now did I find out whose son I am
And only now did I find out whose son I am
The collapse of the ideal.
The collapse of the ideal.

Do you remember the footage from the chronicles
Where Himmler kisses me
I was not yet a chronicler
I had so much fire in me

I was awarded Henry Hesse
Deputy. fuhrer number one
I was then a young cheerful rake
A tall and strong blond

And only now did I find out whose son I am
And only now did I find out whose son I am
And only now did I find out whose son I am
And only now did I find out whose son I am
The collapse of the ideal. The collapse of the ideal.
The collapse of the ideal. The collapse of the ideal.

I sparred from the Faust Chuck
Under the thirty-fourth crazy
I'm a Russian source of damage
For the Motherland, a devoted son

And only now did I find out whose son I am
And only now did I find out whose son I am
And only now did I find out whose son I am
And only now did I find out whose son I am

The Aryan pope was gay
Mother sinned with a neighbor the Jew
Mom now told me everything
This is called the collapse of the ideal.