“A butterfly on every coat
Eases many worries”
That’s what the winter relief says,
But we won’t be disturbed,
We will not give them anything,
And we will think, „Go to hell!“
Winter relief is not necessary,
Yet truly superfluous,
We won’t be trapped
By propaganda songs,
Help for our compatriots
Does not come from Nazi paws.
Pennies which were given
Where have they gone?
They sold their pins,
The money has been wasted on drinks,
The rest went to the Krauts,
Give nothing, let them explode,
Understand: If you buy a butterfly,
You give money to those over there.
Post-Editing: Silvia Stawski, Ernst Sittig
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