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The Thousandth Regiment - 12. "The world's adrift some placid evening waves"
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12. Auf sanften Abendwellen treibt die Welt.
Wir aber, jäh erlöst aus Qual und Schweiß,
Sind von Begierden trotzig angeschwellt
Und taumeln auf, von tausend Fiebern heiß.
O rauchiger Kantinen Trunkenheiten!
O Lied, das heiser in die Nächte stößt!
O Mädchen, die uns weiß entgegengleiten!
O Mensch sein, heiß und hungrig und entblößt!
Schwer unterm Ring von klirrenden Gestirnen,
Sind wir so voller Leidenschaft nach Sein,
Daß jedes Bild der Welt uns schnell verschlingt,
Und wie die Dämmerung langsam verschlingt,
Tanzt im Gewölk von unsern dumpfen Hirnen
Das blonde Leben, göttlich und gemein.
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12. The world's adrift some placid evening waves.
But we, on leave for now from all grief and sweat,
Are truculently engorged with cravings
And stagger forth, 'neath a thousand fevers hot.
O raunchy, smoke-filled taverns drunkenness!
O songs that hoarsely shock-spill into the night!
O womankind, who glide white against us!
O mankind, who's hot and hungry and bared!
Thus, hard under the clashing ring of stars,
We are so passionate about being,
Every glimpse of the world swallows us up,
And later, as the dawn slowly vanishes,
Our fuzzy brains can dance in the clouds of
Real life sun-streaked, so divine and dirty.
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