Andre, die das Land so sehr nicht liebten [English translation]

Others, who did not love this country as much,

were willing to leave from the beginning;

they - some have already left - are feeling better,

but I would have to unearth my roots

with my own knife from this soil.

I haven't slept a single night since then,

and I feel an utmost hurting sadness;

many weeks have since passed,

all strength has left me long since,

and I have a feeling as if I was bleeding to death.

But still I would have to fly away,

and if it was only to remain the person I was.

I can never thrive again, where I am now;

outside in fact I wouldn't have to cry out loud,

because my softspoken word was always true.

Like in old days I'd be certain of it;

turned sobbingly against me,

I would just have to tell myself, day and night,

to tear myself out with all my roots

and to plant myself in another country.