Rough and hasty translation, cannot be sung to the same tune:
In our world of today we are not allowed to be hungry be cold
Overwhelmed, every man for himself, I think only of myself
And you only of yourself. Lost and helpless, all we need is something to eat
and a little to drink: a crust of bread and somewhere warm...
Petroleum states run by mafias, where there's no work and nothing left to eat and riots in the street.
I'd better check out before they dump some more Tronjans on me.