Bertolt Brecht

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It is considered low to talk about food

[Original]Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt, ma
Als wie ich fortging von dir in jenem Abendrot
Der Wald schluckte mich, der blaue Wald, ma soeurÜber dem immer schon die bleichen Gestirne im Westen standen
Ich lachte kein klein wenig, ...

Im Hofe steht ein Pflaumenbaum,
Der ist so klein, man glaubt es kaum
Er hat ein Gitter drum,
So tritt ihn keiner um

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Indeed I live in the dark ages
A guileless word is an absurdity
A smooth forehead betokensA hard heart

Timur,
I hear, took the trouble to conquer the earth
I don't understand him
With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the earth

I confess this:
I have no hope
The blind talk about an escape
I see

We embrace
Rich cloth under my
While yours touch poor fabric
A quick

After the uprising of the 17th
The Secretary of the Writers
Had leaflets distributed in the
Stating that the

Let others speak of her shame,
I speak of my own
O Germany, pale mother
How soiled you are As you sit among the peoples

My young son asks me:
Must I learn mathematics
What is the use,
I feel like saying

Schreib mir, was du anhast
Ist es warm
Schreib mir, wie du liegst
Liegst du auch weich

Who built Thebes of the seven gates
In the books you will find the names of kings
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock
And Babylon, many times

My
Has told
That he needs me
That's whyI take good care of

Grace spare not and spare no
Passion nor
That a decent German
Flourish as do other lands

After the wailing had already begun along the walls, their ruin certain, the Trojans fidgeted with bits of wood in the three-ply doors, itsy-bitsy pieces of wood, fussing with them
And began to get their nerve back and feel hopeful

From the play "Mother Courage"You saw sagacious
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain
He cursed the hour that gave birth to