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Mourir à Madrid
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Wir zogen übers weite Meer
Ins fremde Spanierland [...]
Wir jagten sie wie eine Herde
Und der Teufel, der lachte dazu:
Ha ha ha ha ha!
They have tried to soothe us once more
With the scent of flowers, ranks and whores.
They have tried to make this world hope for us
Make it glow, again, for us.
They have offered this peace, with consciousness appeased
Of satisfied appetites
Of pleasures doomed and brief.
And they made me a liar
They named you a thief.
And they doused our sacred fires and nailed their colours to the mast of the opressed
And thus put them to rest, forever.
Red, with anger
At so much beauty.
They declared themselves the lords of memory
The lords of envy.
And yet, they soon will have to retire and die; exiled from glory.
And Madrid, shall rise again.
Be free.