Version two of the anthem satire, sung by a broke cellist busking outside the Hofburg — fast and raw. A deep-bodied acoustic cello leads out front, its low-string growl felt in the chest, while electric guitar and bass drift in and out behind and the vocal rasps with a Viennese classic-rock edge. Fake-Mozart ticket touts, a fiaker drowning her out, a QR code where an empire used to be, and neutrality that means nobody tips her.