Where do you think you are going, Mister Babylon?

With such boring vibration

You pass on by with this arrogant air

of a rich someone

But you're a reason of shame and revolt

You even think you are superior

And you are even called doctor

Only if it's a doctor of corruption

You are just a thief in a top position

All that is secret will be revealed one day

Even your children are gonna be aware

That you are nothing more than a thief

A traitor of your people and of your country

Mister Babylon

Your name will go down in history

As member of an inglorious gang of bandits

Of traitors of the nation

A bronze bust in the square

a statue in the station

To the traitors of the nation