He looks shining and brightly,
The Reichsmarshal Herman Göring,
He suffers nothing, the old rascal,
And shows no sign of fainting.
He is well fed and well decorated
In splendid uniforms,
He knows no hunger, he knows no suffering
That harasses Germany’s people!
And he is the father of all that lack,
He provided plenty cannons,
One sits without butter and without bacon,
The beginning of the end has begun.
Against bombs I will, so he promised,
Keep the Ruhr Area safe,
They trusted in this promise,
And now they whine about it.
Hence today, a joyful smile is shown by
The creator of all this misery,
The German people pays the bill,
Deceived by the band of Nazis.
The Reichsmarshal Göring, he smiles so happily,
Wishes to convince Germany‘s people,
The Endsieg is close by for Germany now,
Even if all of Germany has fallen into ruins.
Perhaps Hitler thinks, when Göring laughs,
All doubts will cease,
Though Göring‘s power of persuasion remains small
Compared with English bombs.
Germany laughing, that time has long gone by,
The people now squirm in pain
And think: Göring has led us to this,
When will his smile disappear?
Post-Editing: Kurt Gerhard Funke
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