When I’m made happy by lovely kisses,
Lying so sweetly in your arms’ prisons,
You mustn’t speak of Germany to me –
I just can’t stand it – I have my reasons.
Oh, leave me in peace about Germany!
Don’t plague me with endless questions, mit
Homeland, tribe, and national customs –
I have my reasons – I just can’t stand it.
The oak trees are green: blue are the eyes
Of German women: they pine in season
And sigh about faith, hope, love, but I,