The Wire Harp: Ballads, Poems, Songs
translated by means of Eric Bentley
Ballads, songs, lyrics and poems by means of East German dissident author Wolf Biermann.
wikipedia article on Biermann: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolf_Biermann
Biermann used to be offered the Georg Buchner Prize in 1991.
Oven. N othing to it. W chicken I ’m at her position W rooster I ’m at her position Clouds come floating down from heaven Down with the clouds rolls the solar. T h a t’s what love’s like. N othing to it. W chicken i'm drained W chicken i'm drained I achieve G od down from His heaven A nd have H im sing me a track. Angels shed tears. N othing to it. seventy nine When i'm plastered while i'm plastered i am going all the way down to see the satan and that i purchase Stalin a lager. terrible outdated fellow. Nebbish. while I ’m lifeless I ’ll be a while I ’m lifeless I ’ll be a.
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of their topcoat wallet among their lips chilly cigarette butts A nd of their hearts grey ashes. A re you saving up your braveness? Do you stay up for larger instances just like the idiot who day-to-day Sits beside the river looking forward to the waters to forestall flowing W hich circulation on endlessly? I see m any full of hatred M any with out hopes in any respect I see many wrapped in silence As in a woolen scarf. M any each evening are asking W hat the following day m orning’s acquired: anything that we will be able to carry directly to? T h en what? T h en.
I ’ve been seeing such issues frequently, Comrades, of past due. sixty seven TO THE outdated COMRADES 1 examine me, Comrades \\ i th your weary eyes along with your hardened eyes Your pleasant eyes See me disillusioned with the age T h at you hand directly to me. You communicate in previous phrases Of the bloody \ ictories of our category You aspect with outdated fingers to the arsenal Of the bloody battles. filled with jealousy I listen studies of your sufferings Of the happiness you present in fight in the back of barbed twine but i actually am no longer satisfied: i'm.