Wenn Ich, Beseligt

By Heinrich Heine

When I’m made happy by lovely kisses,

Lying so sweetly in your arms’ prisons,

You mustn’t speak of Germany to me –

I just can’t stand it – I have my reasons.

Oh, leave me in peace about Germany!

Don’t plague me with endless questions, mit

Homeland, tribe, and national customs –

I have my reasons – I just can’t stand it.

The oak trees are green: blue are the eyes

Of German women: they pine in season

And sigh about faith, hope, love, but I,

I just can’t stand it – I have my reasons.