| My name is Lisa Kalvelage, I was born in Nuremberg
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| And when the trials were held there nineteen years ago
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| It seemed to me ridiculous to hold a nation all to blame
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| For the horrors that the world did undergo
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| A short while later when I applied to be a G. I. bride
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| An American consular official questioned me He refused my exit permit, said my answers did not show
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| I’d learned my lesson about responsibility.
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| Thus suddenly I was forced to start thinking on this theme
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| And when later I was permitted to emigrate
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| I must have been asked a hundred times where I was and what I did
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| In those years when Hitler ruled our state
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| I said I was a child or at most a teen-ager
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| But that only extended the questioning
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| They’d ask, where were my parents, my father, my mother
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| And to this I could answer not a thing.
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| The seed planted there at Nuremberg in 1947
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| Started to sprout and to grow
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| Gradually I understood what that verdict meant to me When there are crimes that I can see and I can know
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| And now I also know what it is to be charged with mass guilt
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| Once in a lifetime is enough for me No, I could not take it for a second time
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| And that is why I am here today.
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| The events of May 25th, the day of our protest,
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| Put a small balance weight on the other side
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| Hopefully, someday my contribution to peace
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| Will help just a bit to turn the tide
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| And perhaps I can tell my children six
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| And later on their own children
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| That at least in the future they need not be silent
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| When they are asked, «Where was your mother, when?» |