Ode to Joy
Friedrich von Schiller
O friends, not these clays!
But let’s tune into more pleasant ones
And happier!
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter from Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
heavenly thy sanctuary!
your spells bind again,
What fashion Strictly divided;
All people become brothers,
Where your gentle wing rests
Whoever made the big hit
to be a friend’s friend
Whoever has won a devoted wife,
Mix in his cheers!
Yes, who even has a soul
His names on the earth round!
And whoever hasn’t been able to steal
Weeping out of this covenant
All beings drink joy
At nature’s brushes;
All good, all bad
Follow their trail of roses
She gave us kisses and vines,
A friend tried in death;
Pleasure was given to the worm,
And the cherub stands before God!
Happy how his suns fly
Through Heaven’s magnificent plan,
Run, brother, your course,
Happy like a hero to victory
Be embraced, millions
This kiss for the whole world!
Brothers! Over the starry tent
Must live a dear father
You fall down, millions?
Do you sense the Creator, world?
Look for him over the starry sky!
He must dwell above the stars
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