In spring I go to war br To sing or to die. br What do I care for my own troubles? br Today I shatter them, laughing in pieces. br br Oh, Brothers, know that young spring came br In a whirlwind. br Quickly throw off tired grief br And follow her in a host. br br I have never felt so strongly br How much I love you, Oh, Germany, br As the magic of spring surrounds you br Amidst the bustle of war.