Es brennt [English translation]

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