Afraid of the truth
Fear of (making a bad) appearance
Everything is too large
All is so comfortless
Fear of the insanity
That has reawakened
The fiery zealotry
that has been rekindled
All is too bright
All is too fast
Too high the horse
On which we’re sitting
Too deadly the poison
In harmless points
Too small is our courage
Too big is the yearning
Too hard is the fight
So easy the flight
So lazy of mind
Too weak of will
We silence ourselves
dead silence
Because no wall protects us
Because all the talk doesn’t do anything
When a people is resigned
And a former power reasserts itself
The East is burning
Tell me don’t you see
the fire front on the horizon
The East is burning
Our land of plenty
is burned
it burns
Fear of Freedom
Fear of duty
above all, what is strange
Fear of renunciation
Too rotten is the wood
in the ruins
Too powerful the desire
To serve the lie
No fortress protect
If everything is useless talk
When a nation shuts up
And bows down to barbarians
The East is burning
Tell me you do not see
the fire front on the horizon
The East is burning
Our land of plenty
is burned
it burns
The East is here
The East is us
The East is burning
(The East is here)
The East is burning
(The East we are)
Tell me you do not see
the fire front on the horizon
The East is burning
(The East is here)
The East is burning
(The East we are)
Our land of plenty
is burned
it burns