I am an emigree, I write to germany
In foreign words, a tongue of actuality
Hands in grey gloves
To germany with love
war between the wars
war between the wars

Triumph over bygone sorrow
Can in unity be won
Let them all persue this purpose
Till reality is gone
I am an unexpected spy
From the outside of my eye
Translate it first [bad word] 
I'm here indeed but there I stand

I write to germany, I write to germany
To germany with love, to germany with love

This is the turn of colours
All real, some still unseen
There is no more decision cause there's too much in between
Let us build a nightmare nation
Learn and work as never yet
That this cold new generation faith in it's own fears beget
 [bad word] the modern rat, [bad word] the terror squad
Ours is the salt of wisdom, here [bad word] all dressed in black
From [bad word] risen slowly to the future turned we stand
Flourish in this blessing glory
Flourish german fatherland

I write to germany, I write to germany
All quiet in germany, all quiet in germany