Heine, Heinrich

You pull a cord, then shoot down / The hatchet, all merry and cheerful - / On this occasion your head falls / Down in a sack

Sometimes it occurs to me / To sail to America / After the great liberty stable / Inhabited by equality flails

My God! it looks clean! / The dung is not on the streets / I saw many magnificent buildings there, / Very impressive masses

Memoirs of God

Tired legs, many stones, no view - Heinrich Heine

After Kevlaar, many went on crutches, / They are now dancing on the tightrope, / Many are now playing the viola, / No finger was safe there

Paris is actually France This is just the surrounding area of Paris

Knight of the Needle

Greetings, my sauerkraut, / Sweet are your smells!

They fight well, they drink well, / And when they shake hands with you, / To the alliance of friendship, then they weep / Are sentimental oaks

Look at the linden leaf, you will find it shaped like a heart, that's why lovers prefer to sit under the linden trees

And if the priest's blessing is missing, / The marriage will be no less valid - / Long live the bridegroom and bride, / And their future children!

Our summer is a green-coated winter

Our Lady Milo