I will die for the cause. But I will not die. All will return to what is right in the world. I die for the fuhrer. You were our god. You loved our people , our people were the nice people of the world. Awakened we did see how to stop evil.
ALWAYS.... Never forget the Tens of tens of millions who died at the hands of the JEWS. Jews like Stalin , Lenin , Trotsky , and forget the HOLOHOAX , search the HOLODOMOR. The truth will set us free and set them back to the prison camps or BIROBIDZHAN where they belong!
On the heath a little flower blooms and it's called: Erika.
Hot from a hundred thousand little bees that swarm over Erika
because her heart is full of sweetness,
her flowery dress gives off a delicate scent.
On the heath a little flower blooms and it's called: Erika. Back home lives a little blonde girl and she's called: Erika.
This girl is my faithful little darling and my happiness, Erika.
When the flower on the heath blooms red-lilac,
I sing her this song in greeting.
On the heath a little flower blooms and it's called: Erika. Another little flower blooms in my small room and it's called: Erika.
Already in the first rays of the morning, as well as at dusk, it looks at me, Erika.
And then it seems to me it speaks aloud:
"Are you also thinking of your little bride?"
Back home a little girl weeps for you and she's called Erika.