Heinrich Heine

God will pardon me. It is his trade.

God will pardon me. It is his trade.

Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.

Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death

Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.

Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.

And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
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And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
And she combs her golden hair.