Donauquell, your bloodletting,
where consolation and sorrow dissipate.
Nothing good is hidden, wet
in your wet meadows.
Nobody knows what happened here.
The floods, rusty red.
The fish were breathless
and all the swans are dead.
On the banks, in the meadows
the animals became ill.
From the floodplains in the river
drove horrible stench.
Where are the children?
Nobody knows what happened here.
Nobody saw anything.
Where are the children?
Nobody saw anything.
Matters were soon on the stream
and cried a flood.
On the fields, through the dikes
the suffering rose in all the ponds.
Black flags on the city,
all rats fat and full.
The fountains are poisonous all over the place
and the people left.
Where are the children?
Nobody knows what happened here.
Nobody saw anything.
Where are the children?
Nobody saw anything.
Donauquell, your bloodletting,
where consolation and sorrow dissipate.
Nothing good is hidden, wet
in your wet meadows.
Where are the children?
Nobody knows what happened here.
Nobody saw anything.
Where are the children?
Nobody saw anything ..
Only among all we can make this a better place :)