Bolschewist, nun komm mal her!
A hundred bullets and ten to our aid,
A loaded rifle does the trick,
And in our fist a hand-grenade —
Come on then, you Bolshevik!
They are all songs of war; these songs, filled with hatred, are taught to the children; they are characterized by that emotional sloppiness by which we recognize Hitler and his followers — a combination of brutality and all the clichés of romanticism.
Du kleiner Tambour, schlage ein!
Nach Moskau wollen wir marschieren!
Nach Moskau wollen wir hinein!
Der Bolschewik soil unsre Kräfte spüren.