Das Ich von der armut

How stone falls silent
Millions of grimaces stare
Today is pity
The fodder of our vanity
Naked charred
The holy plow
Breckling your wooden towers
Stone by stone
In bloody battles
Children give consolation
Standing on all the walls
Those who have been shot rise again
Can there be souls
Who rejoice in the horror
When from old dogs
Poisonous seeds fall
The blood of the weak
Inoculated into the victors
Wiped up by rags
It tastes rusty
Mother fall searching
Rougher of their children
Faces mutilated
Left by crows
Wars will never destroy
Violence destroy
And earthiness of dung and straw
How rotting yellow maggots
A child dies
Under marble souls
On this ground
Brightly lit new cities should stand
Guilt, justice
No good will can help us anymore< br/>Only miracles can save us
People, addiction
Our mother earth is hanging on
At the last twitching nerve
My soul struggles relentlessly
Because I too have murdered.