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O fire, my brother, I sing victory to...

Language: English after the Bangla (Bengali)

O fire, my brother, I sing victory to you.

You are the bright red image of fearful freedom.

You swing your arms in the sky, you sweep your impetuous fingers 
across the harp-string, your dance music is beautiful.

When my days are ended and the gates are opened 
you will burn to ashes this cordage of hands and feet.

My body will be one with you, 
my heart will be caught in the whirls of your frenzy, 
and the burning heat that was my life 
will flash up and mingle itself in your flame.


Translation(s): GER

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Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , title unknown ENG by Willy Burkhard.

Text added to the website: 2008-07-15T00:00:00.
Last modified: 2014-06-16T10:02:48
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O Feuer, mein Bruder

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

O Feuer, mein Bruder, ich singe Sieg dir!

Du bist das helle rote Bild furchtbarer Freiheit.

Du schwingst deine Arme gen Himmel, du streichst mit ungestümen Fingern
über die Saiten der Harfe.

Deine Tanzmusik ist wundervoll. Wenn meine Tage vollbracht sind
und die Tore geöffnet, wirst du zu Asche brennen die Fesseln.

Mein Leib wird eins sein mit dir. 
Mein Herz wird gepackt werden von den Wirbeln seines Rasens, 
und die brennende Glut, die mein Leben war, 
wird auflodern und sich mischen mit deiner Flamme.


Submitted by Peter Palmer

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Text added to the website: 2009-08-23T00:00:00.
Last modified: 2014-06-16T10:02:48
Line count: 10
Word count: 85