Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give

I Die Without Seeing Dawn's Light Shining On My Country... You, Who Will See It, Welcome It For Me...don't Forget Those Who Fell During The Nighttime.

Hold High The Brow Serene, O Youth, Where Now You Stand; Let The Bright Sheen Of Your Grace Be Seen, Fair Hope Of My Fatherland!

To Live Is To Be Among Men, And To Be Among Men Is To Struggle, A Struggle Not Only With Them But With Oneself; With Their Passions, But Also With One's Own.

In The Middle Ages, Everything Bad Was The Work Of The Devil, Everything Good, The Work Of God. Today, The French See Everything In Reverse And Blame The Germans For It.

The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First Bites.