Translated by A. Z. Foreman - To a Friend in a POW Camp lyrics

Dear friend amid the barbed wire and the fear Of an OFLAG, I seek your thoughts with mine: What are you doing now? How you must pine For your sweet land of France out in the drear Prison-shack guarded by the uniforms In human form, who breathe race-pride like fire And whose Romanticism of blood aspires To glories of the age of helmet horns. It is so foreign to the other German Romantics that you loved and understand.... Friend, be sustained in hope for a determined Escape one spell-cast day across the Rhine, Returning home from the Romantic Land That earned the loving hatred of your Heine.