Whilst you are here in the bath-tub with glazed tiles
Wash, coddle, get warm, -
In the cold he himself with the scalpel
Cuts out the appendix.
He sees every motion
And sees, how the heart bounds, -
Oh what a pity, hold on, citizen,
Just look into the mirror!
To the aim nearer and nearer, -
If the pain would be easier to bear! ..
Oh, it’s easier to cut on the rupture
For all who conquested Antartica!
You all brawl drinking vodka
With big-big gulps,
And he sews himself up - do you understand?
With big-big stitches.
He is a hero! Now grasp the point:
Nowhere they are able to bring about so much, -
What is für us Antartica with Artica,
What is for us Albania with Poland!