O strength of my hate,
O depth of my love,
how hard it is to carry you in my heart,
how hard it is for me again.
Again and again foam floats up
onto the superficialities of time...
To whom should I bring
my pure soul?
Once again dullness, hypocrisy,
extortion, deceit, and lies.
Only the minority has not been extinguished
without changing its banners.
Only the minority is certain of the goal,
everywhere, at all times and ages.
O people, people, don’t lock up
your souls!
O people, paper souls,
can I reach you and light up a spark?
When can I overcome your emptiness
with fire?
I wouldn’t scream so, I wouldn’t call out.
but you can’t stifle a shout.
For our supreme titan
has already gone, has already gone away...
1924