Sangfugl

The song is for those who listen,
but in the tree a bird of prey lurks, be careful
so they don't touch it,
because it must continue singing about everything
that a songbird knows.

Everything a songbird knows.
Sing, you little songbird
about the many arrested,
about the poor who starve,
about the killed, tortured.
Just keep going, lovely songbird.
Let us hear you in the forest.
Sing for the man behind the machine.
Sing for the farmer behind the plow,
but watch out for the generals
who would rather have you in a cage.

They want you in a cage.
The enemy comes with a gun.
Then, my dear songbird, fly!
He can't reach you there,
high, so high towards the sky.

No, sing for us, you songbird,
as if each song were the last.
Sing about the day for the happy.
Sing about the night for the sad.
If they catch you, my songbird,
if they clip your wings,
you shall sing about justice,
which one day will bring
back all the freedom,
for then a songbird finds peace.
Only then does a songbird find peace.