Auf der Flucht vor meinen Landsleuten
Bin ich nun nach Finnland gelangt. Freunde,
Die ich gestern nicht kannte, stellten [ein paar']1 Betten
In saubere Zimmer. Im Lautsprecher
Höre ich die Siegesmeldungen des Abschaums. Neugierig
Betrachte ich die [Karte des Erdteils]2.
Hoch oben in Lappland,
Nach dem Nördlichen Eismeer zu,
Sehe ich noch eine kleine Tür.
Available sung texts: (what is this?)
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Confirmed with Die Gedichte von Bertolt Brecht in einem Band, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 1981 (Neunte Auflage 1997), page 819
1 Eisler: "uns"
2 Eisler: "Karte"
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The flight", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Auditorium du Louvre , Sharon Krebs
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 9
Word count: 58
In the course of my flight from my countrymen
I have now arrived in Finland. Friends,
Whom I did not know yesterday, placed [a pair of beds]1
In clean rooms. Through the loudspeaker
I hear the victory announcements of the scum. Curious,
I gaze upon the map [of this part of the world]2.
High up in Lapland,
Towards the northern polar sea,
I still perceive a small door.
