She woke up this morning
In the midst of giants, big and huge.
If she tries to explain
She has to scream frantically.
They do not see her, not at all
If she is not raging right in front of them
Or is pecking some holes in their ears
With her axe.
Be a little bit quiet and look at the ground!
The giants tear huge holes here in the forest
And build big castles giantlike.
But who, who shall live in them?
There are only few of you
But there are millions of them
Scratching at the door.
Be a little bit quiet and look at the ground!
On many, small, thousand dwarfs do you stand.
Thanks to many, small, thousand dwarfs do you stand.
Not long did it last
Compared to eternity
That the dwarfs from desire
Decayed to dust.
And the giants sank down.
Because gravity does not know any rights
Neither for borderlines
Nor for size or gender.