(For the IVth Reich Cabaret)
And Goebbels* turns with the wind,
Though it’s sometimes difficult,
He sometimes says to himself, good heavens,
It can’t go on much longer.
As long as there were successes,
His work was a game,
Sicily, Tunis, Stalingrad,
It’s becoming a bit too much now.
Germany bombed daily,
Devastation, citizens dead,
And Mussolini retired,
There is such a need.
If they won a victory before,
They would boast it from the tower,
The war was called won,
At the first, best storm.
That beautiful time is over,
We have a new role,
Now we talk about humanity,
And act mysteriously.
The bombing war was not Germany’s fault,
We would never do such a thing,
Just a moment’s patience
Is the new melody.
Just wait, you will see,
Things will be fine again soon,
And England will suffer,
Endure and keep your spirits up.
The weapon is being forged now,
You ask: What will it be?
A secret, not to be disclosed,
You’ll forgive me.
You ask me if it’s really held,
Does this promise take shape?
I say: Soon the whole world will see,
The weapon is enormous.
The war now enters its fifth year,
War-weary? Not a trace!
The mood simply wonderful,
Hurray for authentic culture.
We hold the trumps in our hands,
A fabulous card,
We simply don’t reveal it,
Secrecy gives it power.
It’s a game of poker,
One bluffs and deceives,
The goal is to prolong the war,
And Goebbels cheats, lies.
The song today is called: Just be patient,
Hold on until victory,
The people, lulled for years,
Wish the war to be over.
When will it finally be too much for them,
When will the deception be recognized,
And when will the card game hit
Out of the swindler’s hands?
Post-Editing: Robert Saunders
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