| Shooting randomly, | |
| then, the terrible silence -- | |
| of dead families. | |
| Lukraak schieten, dan | Chaotisch schießen, |
| is het verschrikkelijk stil -- | dann die schreckliche Stille -- |
| dode gezinnen. | tote Familien. |
| Warfare is shooting | |
| and killing, the traitors first -- | |
| every dog that barks. | |
| Oorlog is schieten, | Ein Krieg ist schießen, |
| doden, de verraders eerst -- | töten, Verräter zuerst -- |
| elke hond die blaft. | jeder Hund, der bellt. |
| There are dogs hunting | |
| through the city, yellow eyes -- | |
| with cruel muzzles. | |
| Er jagen honden | Die Hunde jagen |
| door de stad, gele ogen -- | durch die Stadt, gelbe Augen -- |
| met wrede muilen. | grausamen Mäuler. |
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