In no dark eye tear
they sit at the loom and baring his teeth.
Germany - we weave your shroud.
We weave into the triple curse -
We weave, we weave!
A curse the God to whom we asked to
in winter cold and famine.
We have hoped and waited in vain.
He has mocked us and fooled and fooled -
We are weaving, weaving!
A curse on the king - the king of the rich,
to our misery could not soften. pressed
the last penny from us and we
like shooting dogs can -
We weave, we weave!
A curse on the wrong native country,
flourish where only shame and disgrace.
Where every flower bent early
rot and decay where the worm refreshed -
We are weaving, weaving!
The shuttle flies, the loom crashes,
we busily weave day and night!
Altdeutschland - we weave your shroud.
We weaving into the triple curse - weave
We and weaving!
(Heinrich Heine)
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