People know, I was born
Under the constellation of Scorpio
And therefore lost my heart
To the revolution.
Because on my birthday
So much has happened already.
It‘s quite natural:
I became infected.
The ninth of November,
An interesting day.
Many usurpers
Struck on that day.
Catiline did it,
Napoleon did too.
Thus, gradually it became
The custom in history.
In nineteen hundred and eighteen
On this day
Germany became a republic,
But only in name.
Ethos and character,
They remained untouched.
And that led the German people
Into the abyss.
Exactly five years later,
In the November night,
Adolf Hitler also reached
For power for the first time.
Back then, he failed
With this coup attempt.
But later, things worked out.
We are sorry enough.
November ‘38
Will be unforgettable.
They desecrated synagogues,
Destroyed everything.
The next year in Munich,
In the brewery cellar,
An assassination plot was attempted
On Adolf, the Führer.
If you enter the world
on such a date,
You are involuntarily
Politically attuned.
I feel with the masses,
Understand their plight,
And that’s why I am today,
Politically quite red.
Even if I have worries today,
I consider them in low regard.
I believe in tomorrow.
I am November’s child.
Post-Editing: Robert Saunders, Tom Rieke
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