For Peace in the World
On the hearth of the dead, so gloomy,
The heart beats hard, with little left.
In vain the bird still bears its wings
— What is a silken nest to be,
When it cannot fly?
A bitter tear only wets its cheeks.
O bloodthirsty one,
forever cursed you are!
Therefore tonight,
dance a circle for the children:
A circle of friends, a circle of joy,
May it move for your good,
Eternally, joyfully,
around the world.
Let the hungry not crave bread tonight.
Let the barefoot share their shoes.
To those who thirst the most,
Let water be given, forever free.
Play the fraternal circle,
children,
Let roses grow behind your footsteps.
Bury the curse of hatred deep,
For it is the cause of all misery
— This, you must know.
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