Land of the stern, unbending oak.
Land of the free, the German land,
That once I call'd my Fatherland.
Why weeps the minstrel's Fatherland?
It weeps before a tyrant's dread,
The valour of its monarch's fled;
At Deutchland's voice a people dead,
Despised, unheeded its command.
This, this weeps, my Fatherland.
Whom calls the minstrel's Fatherland?