When I’m made happy by lovely kisses, <br />Lying so sweetly in your arms’ prisons, <br />You mustn’t speak of Germany to me – <br />I just can’t stand it – I have my reasons. <br />Oh, leave me in peace about Germany! <br />Don’t plague me with endless questions, mit <br />Homeland, tribe, and national customs – <br />I have my reasons – I just can’t stand it. <br />The oak trees are green: blue are the eyes <br />Of German women: they pine in season <br />And sigh about faith, hope, love, but I, <br />I just can’t stand it – I have my reasons.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wenn-ich-beseligt/
