Buntes Volk [English translation]

At night through the valley,

as the Sun set,

went a colorful people

and a song.

Their song was so strange to me,

and completely unknown,

but their melody

held me in thrall.

Through the valley

you saw the minstrels go,

half sage and half fool

revered and spat upon.

And from your world

which seemed big and important to you

You could since then

see the boundaries.

Blow with the wind

and feel the freedom again;

follow this song

because evil men

know no songs.

Since that night

nothing is as it was anymore

and it has been long

since I saw the homeland.

With songs

I flow now through a world

in which freedom counts

as the highest good.

Blow with the wind

and feel the freedom again;

follow this song

because evil men

know no songs.