Trübsal [English translation]

Whenever I'm sad

I think about mutilated children

Whenever I have the blues

I think about misery and hardship,

about grief, wars and death

My own troubles

are then soon gone away

Because I take pleasure

in other people's hardship

Whenever I'm sad

I think about the hungry

Whenever I have the blues

I think about amputation

and people who are retired without a pension

Ah, what delight I take

in other people's torment and pain

The sad thoughts all go away,

the sun is shining in my heart!

Whenever I'm sad,

I imagine myself torturing and tormenting

Whenever I'm feeling down

I think about sadness and anguish

And the shattered leg

of a wailing little old lady

under a ton of stone rubble

Crying fathers!

Child labor!

If I'm feeling down,

I watch a little TV

They love to put

bomb victims and corpses on display!

Whenever I'm sad,

I think about dismembered children

Whenever I have the blues

I think about misery and hardship,

and about bread that's molded rotten

and about human heads full of shit

and about a capsizing refugee's boat

Gluck, gluck, gluck...