Schiller, Friedrich von

Attach yourself to the fatherland, to the dear country, / Hold on to it with all your heart

Even the beautiful must die!

On the mountains is freedom!

On the free mountains, / In the midday sun's shine, / By the power of the warm rays / Nature begets the golden wine

It must fall from the clouds, / From the bosom of the gods, happiness, / And the mightiest of all / Rulers is the moment

Out of the cloud / Blessings pour out / Rain pours down / Out of the cloud without choice / The ray twitches!

By the wonderful God! - the woman is beautiful!

Brethren, fly from your seats, / When the full Roman circles, / Let the foam spurt to heaven: / This glass to the good spirit

The old falls, time changes, / And new life blooms from the ruins

That is the curse of the evil deed, / that it, continuing to procreate, must always give birth to evil

The law is the friend of the weak

Life is / Just a moment, death is just one too!

Life is not the highest of goods, / But the greatest evil is guilt

Beauty blooms only in song

The word is free, the deed is dumb, obedience is blind

The man is the loving companion / The woman is born

Posterity does not weave wreaths for mimes

The mountain does not frighten him who was born on it