2021.11.11.
Grandma Amler
Thrown into life unter the cool September moon1894, under Franz-Joseph II.
Her father a Proletarian - and thus used to almost everything
Including for the coming harder times.
At home it's hectic with twelve siblings
Half-assedly learning just a bit
Being silly with the village women in the evening
After the ten hours in the damp spinning mills
Just gazing up to the stars for once
Grandma Amler strolls into the DFD1
She takes the good cup for the punchbowl with her
The Konsum2 director plays accordion - olé!
Who'd ask for long gone snow?3
Oh, why not come with us
Life dances in alternating steps
And Grandma Amler hops with it
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The cute village boys, those loose fellows
They chase after her, her hair's like golden silk
Under the Linden tree and at other, very special locations
Who knows what happened there?
While getting beer from the brewery for the father
Or at the village dance, the funfair in the jug
And the kiss under the maypole and the gossip
The beloved, the locksmith, is also there
They dance myrtles into their hair, they are so free
As if they had everything, and enough of that
Grandma Amler strolls into the DFD
She takes the good cup for the punchbowl with her
The Konsum director plays accordion - olé!
Who'd ask for long gone snow?
Oh, why not come with us
Life dances in alternating steps
And Grandma Amler hops with it
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In the year of 1914, the village is empty
The beloved is gone
Under Franz-Joseph II.
A lot of sorrow comes with the field post
But on leave
Enough hope for better times
Oh, to love is to harvest, the children come
Soon, she parts the bread in the evening into four pieces
The strength that the children took away in the beginning
Comes back
The little yellow sun into the room
In which she spun the flax
When she didn't go into the factory for that
Grandma Amler strolls into the DFD
She takes the good cup for the punchbowl with her
The Konsum director plays accordion - olé!
Who'd ask for long gone snow?
Oh, why not come with us
Life dances in alternating steps
And Grandma Amler hops with it
Brbrbrbrbrbbr
The new mayor wears a swastika badge
And announces to her, now starts the better time
One son stays in the war
Seems like it wasn't so easy to achieve after all
The war is lost and what is now
With the better time?
Refugee trek is outside there, wanders the roads
The language of the murderers is hated now
And when they sit on the roadside in the evening
Nowhere at home, always just fleeing
And sometimes meeting dead cities that duck at the pale, decaying Germany
They would come to hate that
Until they gained a foothold in a small town
Grandma Amler strolls into the DFD
She takes the good cup for the punchbowl with her
The Konsum director plays accordion - olé!
Who'd ask for long gone snow?
Oh, why not come with us
Life dances in alternating steps
And Grandma Amler hops with it
Brbrbrbrbrbbr
Just made a home, starting anew
The children are grown up and the husband is back from the war
Kindergarten teachers are missing everywhere
She likes children, so she helps out
She also makes herself useful with the grandchildren
God, the children got children now
At the same time - National Front4, Konsum, that's got to be
'Either I take part or I lie down in a coffin right away,
He who rests, rusts!'
That's surely true
To be needed is the whole being alive
And she took her large portion of life
Grandma Amler strolls into the DFD
She takes the good cup for the punchbowl with her
The Konsum director plays accordion - olé!
Who'd ask for long gone snow?
Oh, why not come with us
Life dances in alternating steps
And Grandma Amler hops with it
Brbrbrbrbrbbr
She also went to the West again
There, it was too cold for her, in spite of full stores
She visited relatives who gathered there
Three times, after that she said she's too old
Later, she invented her own weather forecasts
'When the smoke from the chemical factory goes left, it'll be nice weather'
And with her grandchild, with me, she travelled
To castles, to heights,
With pensioner speed we get high up on the mountains
And can see the land
Grandma Amler strolls into the DFD
She takes the good cup for the punchbowl with her
The Konsum director plays accordion - olé!
Who'd ask for long gone snow?
Oh, why not come with us
Life dances in alternating steps
And Grandma Amler hops with it
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