Author of quotes: Heinrich Heine. Page 3

The authorities argue, people afflicted
Kings of domination crave
Power - as a blessing given to them!
Virtue of their war!

But if, poor man, you'll miss,
You the light will show the ass.
Your train, snow white
Zaplyuyut lackeys.
Instead of nods of his superiors
Will meet you Sass.

Two hands given to us was
So doubly well done,
But not to Rob twice
To pocket someone else's,
To fill their coffers,
As other fellows.

Why under the burden of the cross,
Covered in blood dragging right?
Why do all dishonest
Met with honor and glory?

A slave, like a horse or bull,
To eternal harness used,
And break your neck instantly
Not reconciled under the yoke.

I know the melody, know the words,
I know the great authors:
Secretly they pull together the wine,
Publicly preaching water.

A slave about freedom loves to sing
In the evening, in the institution.
This drink tastes better
Hurry up the digestion.

Whether a flute is not harmless
Don't glorify the petty-bourgeois coziness
Whether people drum
Whether cannon and a battering RAM.

You, Germany native,
Almost in tears the dream calls!
I'm in a frisky French miss,
Me a burden to windy nation.

God is everywhere: in the darkness of night,
In light of brilliant colors;
In everything he who is the living
And even in our caresses.

For high and good
Drop of blood to give I'm happy
But it is terrible to choke here
In a world where traders prevail.
They only used bold to eat and drink, -
Cracovie happiness to the belly for future use.
Like a hole in the circle for orphans,
Their gracious spirit wide.
Their work - in pockets, hands warm,
Trendy cigar Smoking,
Calmly digest everything
But they are something to digest!

Stars with Golden feet
A little foot in the air,
To an involuntary noise of the earth
Not to embarrass in a deep sleep.

But in my heart, as in the sea,
And the wind sings and the waves,
And a lot of beautiful pearls
Conceals its depth.

Ah, the Golden ducats!
I can not find you anywhere -
No azure sky,
Either in the valleys or in the forests
Neither on land nor in the water,
Only in the depths of the chest
My lender.