From out of my heart I despise br Each and every slave of material matters br Who out of greed into the br Country's provision sheds even collects the maggots br And who regardless of the country's state of need br Goes about with loads of gold on his shoulders br and sighs out of being troubled. br And bad I say to be him who, br Fatherland on his lips br And pretending love, br But only searches for his reputation, br And, like an empty head of cereal ears, br Only strives for heaven, br But produces no fruit. br But he shall get my curses, br Who out of the breast of his fatherland br Sips the sap, the life br And power from out of his people, br And if miserable they have become br Only sits in the lap of pleasures br And derides the one who's bearing him.