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| Kurt Tucholsky |
you were four years in the trenches.
time, big time!
frozen and you were crawling and have
home a wife and two little boys,
Far, very far!
And no, to them the truth says.
time, big time!
frozen and you were crawling and have
home a wife and two little boys,
Far, very far!
And no, to them the truth says.
And no one dares to rebel.
month after month, year after year - a time when
and was on leave, he saw
to house the big bellies.
And it ate there around barking like a plague
the dance, the greed and profiteering
and the Pan-German scribblers Horde:
war! War!
Great Victory!
victory in Albania and victory in Flanders!
and the others died,
the others,
the others.
They saw their comrades fall.
That was the fate of almost everyone.
injury, pain and death like an animal.
A small spot, dirty red.
It carried them away and scraping it on.
Who will be next?
And a cry of millions rose up at the stars.
Will we never learn man?
Is there a thing about it worth it?
And who's that, perched up there,
from top to bottom studded with medals
and only accessible commands: Morden! Murder!
blood, crushed bone, dirt - and then it was suddenly
, the ship was leaking.
The captain has taken the leave.
If something suddenly swam away.
are perplexed because the field of horror.
For whom all this? Pro patria?
brothers! Brothers! Close the ranks!
Brothers! This must never be again!
Give us the destruction of peace,
is the same fate fated
our sons and grandsons euern. If the blood red
sprinkle again,
month after month, year after year - a time when
and was on leave, he saw
to house the big bellies.
And it ate there around barking like a plague
the dance, the greed and profiteering
and the Pan-German scribblers Horde:
war! War!
Great Victory!
victory in Albania and victory in Flanders!
and the others died,
the others,
the others.
They saw their comrades fall.
That was the fate of almost everyone.
injury, pain and death like an animal.
A small spot, dirty red.
It carried them away and scraping it on.
Who will be next?
And a cry of millions rose up at the stars.
Will we never learn man?
Is there a thing about it worth it?
And who's that, perched up there,
from top to bottom studded with medals
and only accessible commands: Morden! Murder!
blood, crushed bone, dirt - and then it was suddenly
, the ship was leaking.
The captain has taken the leave.
If something suddenly swam away.
are perplexed because the field of horror.
For whom all this? Pro patria?
brothers! Brothers! Close the ranks!
Brothers! This must never be again!
Give us the destruction of peace,
is the same fate fated
our sons and grandsons euern. If the blood red
sprinkle again,
the field ditches, the green grass?
brothers! Whistles the boy was!
It can and should continue to not go on.
We have all - all seen
Where will such madness.
burned The fire that fueled it.
it extinguishes! The imperialists,
that nest over there in those
give us back nationalists.
And again after twenty years,
new guns come down!
That would be no peace. That would be madness!
The old dance on the old volcano.
"Thou shalt not kill!" has a say.
And mankind and humanity
hear complains. Will the
never be any different?
War against war!
And peace on earth.
brothers! Whistles the boy was!
It can and should continue to not go on.
We have all - all seen
Where will such madness.
burned The fire that fueled it.
it extinguishes! The imperialists,
that nest over there in those
give us back nationalists.
And again after twenty years,
new guns come down!
That would be no peace. That would be madness!
The old dance on the old volcano.
"Thou shalt not kill!" has a say.
And mankind and humanity
hear complains. Will the
never be any different?
War against war!
And peace on earth.
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