| Originale | Traduzione inglese di John Greening, dalla raccolta “To the War... |
| IM OSTEN | ON THE EASTERN FRONT |
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| Den wilden Orgeln des Wintersturms | The winter storm's mad organ playing |
| Gleicht des Volkes finstrer Zorn, | is like the Volk's dark fury, |
| Die purpurne Woge der Schlacht, | the black-red tidal wave of onslaught, |
| Entlaubter Sterne. | defoliated stars. |
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| Mit zerbrochnen Brauen, silbernen Armen | Her features smashed, her arms silver, |
| Winkt sterbenden Soldaten die Nacht. | night calls to the dying men, |
| Im Schatten der herbstlichen Esche | beneath shadows of November's ash, |
| Seufzen die Geister der Erschlagenen. | ghost casualties heave. |
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| Dornige Wildnis umgürtet die Stadt. | A spiky no-man's-land encloses the town. |
| Von blutenden Stufen jagt der Mond | The moon hunts petrified women |
| Die erschrockenen Frauen. | from their blood-spattered doorsteps. |
| Wilde Wölfe brachen durchs Tor. | Grey wolves have forced the gates. |
