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The Thousandth Regiment - 5. "We carry the firmament's heavy white heat"
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5. Wir tragen an des Himmels Weißglut schwer
Auf den Tornistern und den heißen Helmen.
Wir haben wohl das Mienenspiel von Schelmen
Und wissen von uns selbst kein Lächeln mehr.
Wir tränken gerne die Pfützen an den Wegen
Mit dürren Backenknochen gierig leer.
Wir würden uns in allen Unrat legen,
Um auszuruhn und wenns Sekunden wär.
Die Blasen an den wunden Sohlen schmerzen,
Eiterndes Eisen; und wie arme Seelen
Rennen wir durch das höllische heiße Land.
Wir sind ja hin und völlig ausgebrannt.
Da lässt der Hauptmann Singen anbefehlen.
Auf unseren Lippen brechen unsere Herzen.
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5. We carry the firmament's heavy white heat
Upon our knapsacks, and in our helmets too.
Though we probably have the fixed grin of rogues,
We've forgotten how to smile about ourselves.
We like to sodden mud puddles on the paths
With barren cheekbones, avariciously blank.
We would lay us in any old sort of muck,
If it meant some sleep for a second or two.
The blisters on the ragged soles of our feet
Fester ferric iron; and so like our souls
Wish to run through this feverishly hot land.
We are entirely hollowed out, burned out,
But the captain suddenly orders us sing,
And our hearts break trying to get past our lips.
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