"So I came under the Germans"
In this country we live as strangers in their own
Home
His own language, as opposed proposes
us, we do not understand
yet understand what we say
; to speak our language
In this country we live as strangers
In this country we live as strangers in their own house
penetrates through the boarded-up window nothing
not how well that's when the wind is still raining outside
exaggerated message
the storm
In this country we live like
strangers in the house
burnout are the furnaces of the Revolution
former fire ash is on our lips
colder, more colds kältre decrease in us
has befallen us
such peace!
such peace Such peace
.
(Wolf Biermann)
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