What do we want to drink for seven days long?
What do we want to drink for such a thirst.
There will be enough for everyone!
We drink together, roll the barrel inside here (to roll into a room)
We drink together, not alone!
Then we want to work seven days long.
Then we want to come give a hand.
And it becomes no drudgery!
We work together seven days long.
Yes, work together, not alone!
Now we have to struggle no one knows how long.
Yes, for a life without bondage.
Then the frustration catches us no longer small.
We hold together, no one fights alone!
We go together not alone.

Was wollen wir trinken, sieben Tage lang?
Was wollen wir trinken, so ein Durst!

Es wird genug für alle sein!
Wir trinken zusammen, roll’ das Fass mal rein!
Wir trinken zusammen, nicht allein!

Dann wollen wir schaffen, sieben Tage lang.
Dann wollen wir schaffen, komm fass’ an!

Und das wird keine Plackerei!
Wir schaffen zusammen, sieben Tage lang!
Wir schaffen zusammen, nicht allein!

Jetzt müssen wir streiten, keiner weiß wie lang.
Ja, für ein Leben ohne Zwang.

Dann kriegt der Frust uns nicht mehr klein.
Wir halten zusammen, keiner kämpft allein!
Wir gehen zusammen, nicht allein!

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A Letter From Hess


On the 18th of June, 1945, a little over 6 weeks after the death of Adolf Hitler, Rudolf Hess wrote the following words in a letter to his wife, from his prison cell:

You will readily imagine how often during the last few weeks my thoughts have turned to the years gone by: to this quarter of a century of history, concentrated for us in one name and full of the most wonderful human experiences. History is not ended. It will sooner or later take up the threads apparently broken off forever and knit them together in a new pattern.

The human element is no more and lives only in memory. Very few people have been privileged, as we were, to participate from the very beginning in the growth of a unique personality, through joy and sorrow, hope and trouble, love and hate, and all the manifestations of greatness, and further, in all the little indications of human weakness, without which a man is not truly worthy of love.

Even when one has been privileged to witness the manifestations of greatness, it may be exceedingly difficult to describe adequately in words those manifestations and thereby to paint a true picture of a unique and great personality. When one has not the basis of a quarter-century of participation in the growth of such a personality, but less than two years, the task is especially difficult. It would be a vain hope, then, to expect the pages which follow to reflect the true greatness of the man. That greatness will be best reflected in the fruition of his life’s work in years to come.

Here, however, we can at least hope to evoke an image of the man, imperfect and incomplete though it may be, which will serve to inspire those National Socialists who did not have the privilege of knowing him personally.

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