In spring I go to war <br />To sing or to die. <br />What do I care for my own troubles? <br />Today I shatter them, laughing in pieces. <br /> <br />Oh, Brothers, know that young spring came <br />In a whirlwind. <br />Quickly throw off tired grief <br />And follow her in a host. <br /> <br />I have never felt so strongly <br />How much I love you, Oh, Germany, <br />As the magic of spring surrounds you <br />Amidst the bustle of war.<br /><br />Ernst Toller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-15/
