by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant as insult and contempt
Emerged rapidly as a historical power,
And soon will Byzantium his hero legions
find in the tribes of the German passion.
The fervor that is longing for the saviour himself,
Choked the priests and oppressive tithe,
Those who are free, will not tolerate tax and customs,
Encounters sycophants from windows and shows his rage
With weapons, that have no glory or decoration
The rural life helped him,
And against thieves only the reformation helped,
So also Mr. Tetzel experienced the German Passion.
We are placed in the center of Europe,
We unite the small things of the great deeds of the world,
The divine law, in the spirit of the man
Vouched, makes us united and fruitful, and complete,
By Italians and Swedes chosen as battlefield,
Germany has lost a whole century,
But the occupiers draw with curses and drone,
There still remains the Germanness forever Passion.
Because seriously, the German's think about love, and the fight,
the faith, the law and justice,
He does not tolerate phrase, theater, decoration,
He demands loyalty, honor, deeds,
He hates an order convenient and corrupt,
For him it is the same as a devil and a dragon, scaly,
Till Siegfried, Sieglinde´s son
The monster lets feel the German Passion.
In France the king lost his head,
As freethinking as hazardous man
There where game and the lack of seriousness at the palace
Flaunted in silliness, for noone there too stupid,
The effort averse and ask yourself boldly
Uplifting, invented a regime's purpose,
But even if someone found there an enthusiastic tone,
Remained the Germans still in the Passion.
Since pure consumption triggers the finiteness
At first, the neighbors were redeemed.
The empire that was once given by Rome the holy rod
Brought the Corsican an inglorious grave,
Until finally the Prussians and Bismarck shrewdly
Were successful that the german spirit took place in the fatherland,
And towers and monuments worshiped, the throne
Appeared as a witness of the German passion.
The German successes, the fleet, the army,
Endured the Anglos only grinding and hard
They created alliances, to stop the diligence
Of the Germans, who annoy with their genius knowledge and deeds,
They searched for weaknesses of the empire,
They based, what was broken, what is rotten and withered,
Till belligerence intoxicated Europe like poppies,
For Germany, the road to the worst passion.
Not only failed the empire to win,
The peace was worse than any war,
In the east dismembered, occupied in the West,
A state without dignity and hunger finally,
A man and an indian symbol of life,
They rose and became German Idols
What they promised, as they would have it already
Thus the Germans dreamed in their passion.
But deeper than the first time falls
The German in the delusion that the hatred of the world
Arriving with weapons, with followers alone,
As could the leader be God's son,
And Pusillanimity is replaced with what was megalomania,
And German means now to show contrition,
For the Germans is Germanness now loathing and scorn,
They mock their existence and their own passion.
How long should it go? some people wonder and believe
All Germans have become crazy,
But gather far away from the speeches of the parties
Outlaws, ready to be Germans once more.
They gather together, wake up the emperor in the Kyff,
Who reached more holiness than anyone before,
The palaces united in the Castle Octagon
As a battlefield of the mind and the German Passion.