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

Others, who did not feel for this nation

Were long willing to leave all without toil

They are all long gone, i think its better

Can't dig my roots up with chain and fetter

With my own spade leaving my own soil.

Many nights since then I lay awaken

Nostalgia is smothering my breath

Many weeks since then sure it has taken

And of all my power i've been forsaken

And I feel I'm bleeding to my death

Yet from thence I'd have to lift my spirit

Even if just to stay what I was, anew

Never shall my fate, where I am, flower

Outside I didn't have to yell with power

For my gentle word held always true

I'd be assured yes like in days of olden

With a sigh cupping this old heart with my hand

Could I, day and night, on all occasion

Tear out my own roots from this old nation

Journeying into a foreign land