In time of peace they felt the warmth  Didn't know what frost is  They were poor but rich inside  Until the others became the authority    They killed the women and the children  Burnt down the houses and the fields  Renamed the place Zirbeck  Took the nation's crown    Zirberck    The river carries those tears  The blood in soil is seen  Even though they were farmers  There was never a bigger heart    They are our roots  The song is played for them  Feel the great-grandfather's suffering  The ground is breaking in front of you    My father me and my son  Different faces fade to one  We become the one and the only  We destroy the flesh of creators and their masters      The river carries those tears  The blood in soil is seen  Even though they were farmers  There was never a bigger heart    They are our roots  The song is played for them  Feel the great-grandfather's suffering  The ground is breaking in front of you    The city is ours again  Lies are intentionally destroyed  I will proudly say »My Zirbek«  And lie down tired to the ground.    these lyrics are submitted by Oliver Cepek