Das Heimatvertriebenen Lied

The young woman buried her little child,
one of the many who starved.
On the escape route from the homeland, who saw this suffering on the roadside.
The man returned from the war, limping with only one leg.
Even if the pain is bitter, I will never leave you alone.
Pushing the stroller ahead, all they had left.
A delicate girl, not taken away, the last comfort she believes in, she believes in.
A vehicle of the occupying power, a soldier who laughs passes by.
Does he enjoy this misery, throws a piece of bread into the dust.
The refugees are so weak, but the woman thinks of this disgrace.
The man wants to pick it up quickly, do not accept the mercy bread.

This truly happened, such women existed in evil days.
And even if it is not known today, expelled from the Sudetenland.
This truly happened, such women existed in evil days.
And even if it is not known today, expelled from the Sudetenland. From the Sudetenland.

And today, over 40 years later.
German people are once again robbed of their God-given living space.
Today they do not expel with violence, today they send millions of foreign people to our country.
They destroy our environment and ensure a change in our people's appearance and character.
They destroy nature.
They allow life in the womb to be mutilated and use the German people as pawns for foreign interests, without asking our people.
They plan, this too is a robbery of our entrusted homeland, but in a different yet equally thorough way.

Foreigners roam the villages, pretending it is no longer our homeland.
We stand by the wayside and listen to the song, the word 'foreigner' sounds strange.
We have no farm, no house, no field, the stranger has acquired it with shameful money.
His board clatters heavily in our space, a fearful dream weighs heavily on the people.
Souls tremble in painful distress, the stranger is the ruler and his command is harsh.
The fields, and meadows, the rivers, the forest.
Everything is lost, help does not come soon. Help does not come soon.

So listen to our plea, hear our call.
The Lord who created us here has given us.
We raise our hands in prayer to the sky, put an end to the servitude.
How vast and large the world is, let us keep the little bit of homeland.
Every person in this world has a right to their fathers' house, their fathers' field.

Take your Russian tanks, your mafia money, and leave us alone in the world.
Take your damn bombs and forms of government home and leave us with our worries.
Pack up your snack bars and collective farms, let us be Germans in Germany again.
Americans, Russians, and foreign people out. Finally, masters in our own house.
Americans, Russians, and foreign people out. Finally, masters in our own house. In our own house.