Aus Gold [English translation]

I write your names

In the sand

But I could only lie

Then your image would be long gone

I give you my names

Call you

You would be seven now

No miracle is crueller than this:

Because I don't know how you laugh

I don't know how you cry

How you smell

How you speak

You're made of gold to me

The view through children's eyes

Of poverty old

Long known pictures

Almost familiar pain

The fields are cultivated

But not for you

Empty children's souls

No miracle is crueller than this:

Because I don't know how you laugh...

I don't know your names

I wished I would forget

But I can't do it

I only did,

What the war ordered...

You were seven years old then

No Wunder is crueller than this

Because I don't know how you laugh...