The Augsburger walks with Dante through the hell of the departed. He addresses the inconsolable and reports to them that on earth some things have changed.

Er hat ein Gitter drum,So tritt ihn keiner um.Der Kleine kann nicht größer wer’n,Ja – größer wer’n, das möcht’ er gern!‘s ist keine Red davon:Er hat zu wenig Sonn’.Dem Pflaumenbaum, man glaubt ihm kaum,Weil er nie eine Pflaume hat.Doch er ist ein Pflaumenbaum:Man kennt es an dem Blatt.———————————– ————————————–The Plum TreeIn the courtyard stands a…

So it feeds us all for everSee to it that it’s now yours.Forward, without forgettingWhere our strength can be seen now to be!When starving or when eatingForward, not forgettingOur solidarity!Black or white or brown or yellowLeave your old disputes behind.Once start talking with your fellowMen, you’ll soon be of one mind.Forward, without forgettingWhere our strength…

Just a jack knife has Macheath, dearAnd he keeps it out of sight.When the shark bites with his teeth, dearScarlet billows start to spread.Fancy gloves, though, wears Macheath, dearSo there’s not a trace of red.On the side-walk Sunday morningLies a body oozing life;Someone’s sneaking ’round the corner.Is that someone Mack the Knife?From a tugboat by…

Write me how you look! Is it still the same?Write me what you’re missing! Is it my arm?Write me how you are! Have you been spared?Write me what they’re doing! Do you have enough courage?Write me what you’re doing! Is it good?Write me, who are you thinking of? Is it me?Freely, I’ve given you only…

But talk can’t take the place of meator fill an empty pot.So left, two, three!So left, two, three!Comrade, there’s a place for you.Take your stand in the workers united frontFor you are a worker too.And because a man is humanhe won’t care for a kick in the face.He doesn’t want slaves under himOr above him…

Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?And Babylon, so many times destroyed.Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?In the evening when the Chinese wall was finishedWhere did the masons go? Imperial RomeIs full of arcs of triumph….