Unter den Linden

Written By: Gabriel Rutherford


The world shines in a loud bright grey

The glory of humility

Getting louder every new old day

Who decided you have any say?

Man muss ihre Hertz jetzt finden

Neu Welt, auf Unter den Linden


Quiet morning, the birds still sing

No limes grow, but still they do come

Men in black fly out with a fling

Birds scatter with hope on the wing

Jetzt gehen wir runden und runden

Sie sind wie dreckig schwarz Hunden


Alas! That future murdering

Wonder who was then complicit

For birds cannot talk, and must sing

Men let others genocide bring

Wann, wo, wie viele ist gleich

Unser Welts schrecklichkeit – Third Reich


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