In Praise of the Führer
We often heard the sound of your
voice
And listened silently, with folded
hands,
As each word sank into our souls.
We all know: The day will come
That frees us from need and
compulsion.
What is a year!
What is a law that would restrain us
—
The pure faith that you have given
us
Pulses through, guides our young
lives.
My Führer, you alone are the way,
the goal!
Adolf Hitler
Two men are joined as one in you:
One seems cold and hard,
One who achieves his goals.
Another is tender and kind,
He forgets not even the poorest.
He feels for the least of us.
Two streams owe their strength to
you.
You are the sap rising from each
root,
The seed that gives them birth —
A new spirit rose from you,
That forged us together as a nation
And dwells in us forever!
Our Führer
There are so many people who bless
you,
Even if their blessing is a silent
one —
There are so many who have never met
you,
And yet you are their Savior.
When you speak to your German
people,
The words go across the land
And sink into countless hearts,
Hearts in which your image long has
stood.
Sometimes the vision of you brings
life
To those in the midst of hard labor
and heavy obligation ...
So many are devoted to you
And seek in your spirit a clear
light.
Thoughts on the Führer
Often you must feel alone, all by
yourself,
When you think of the mission you
must fulfill.
Your deeds are far beyond what
others do,
Yet you seek still greater goals.
We can never reach your heights,
All we can do is follow down your
way,
And our banner with its symbol of
the sun
Is under your leadership, under your
guidance.
Each word that you have given us,
Each look that you have sent our
way,
Has cleansed us, led us
Given new light to our lives' paths.
—————
And should some day you be no longer
with us
Your spirit will yet endure —
It will carry our children
Into a new age!
Your pure strength rests not alone
In your living word,
But now that we have found their
source
They are the German people's
treasure.
Those words it was that first
awakened us,
From dull brooding, hollow death —
We can no longer perish,
A light burns for us in the night!
German Girls Address the Führer!
We are the door that leads to the
future.
We are the tree on which fruit
ripens,
That which inspires us, that which
is holy to us,
Is planted once again, strong and
pure,
No one can take it from our soul.
We carry in our hearts the light
You spread to your people,
We want to be its loyal guardians,
Passing it on pure, unchanged,
Through our bodies into new life.
A Request
Should our future turn out
otherwise,
Than we with our young eyes today
expect,
If we must bear our heavy burdens
For many long years to come,
If many Mays will come like this
one,
And if our houses bear no festive
decorations,
If like now the sun must long shine
Without our flags flying throughout
the land,
If that should be I have but one
request,
That we should have a mighty
miracle,
So that the old, who have suffered
so much,
May once again look into our
Führer's eyes.
Then they will not have to die
In uncertainty and desperation,
Then they will have a happy
confidence in victory
To carry them through their final
dying days.
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