Unterm Galgen [English translation]

The square is black from loud people

who stand in the dawn.

A crowd of many,

everyone has come to see me,

there the gallows and the rope,

and the hangman's cold look,

a stairway, seven steps,

and the henchmen who shout to me

I know this from hundreds of times,

I scream it laughing into your faces

It is useless to hang me,

die, I can't die!

The beams are strongly timbered,

tower blackly up to the sky,

a prematurely greyed widow

lets her tears run freely,

The priest appears grand,

he reads from the book of books,

and the hangman with skill

lays the noose around my neck

I know this from hundreds of times...

The day becomes gray, the hangman comes

to give me my death.

I cannot die because I know

my song will live forever

Even after a hundred deaths

I scream laughing into your faces

It is useless to hang me,

die... I can't die!