How blessed am I, born in 1945
In Germany, a land of social justice
A land of peace and law- abiding people
A land without hurricanes, without volcanoes
A land without child soldiers, without revolution.

How blessed am I, born in 1945
Unlike my cursed father born in 1918
Revolution, hatred, maddened politicians, and Hitler Jugend
His teenage years: fed on a diet of xenophobic racism,
Aged 20; patriotic duty in the elite Wehrmacht.

How blessed am I, born in 1945
Unlike my father born to a world of
Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Fuhrer,
Where he yearned for conquest and slaughter
Where he learned to earn praise as a psychopath

How blessed am I, born in 1945
Unlike my father born to a world of
Patriotic fervour and hideous righteous certainty
A murdering criminal butchered his patriotic way
Across Europe: now an empty shell.

(Chris)