Rock In The Surf

- Fels in der Brandung -

Comrade - I know how you feel.
Like a rock in the Surf,
Among a flood of dirt.
Like an unheard call in the desert,
While the storm grow at the horizon.

Rock in the surf, made of iron ore.
Lonely Wolf, no doubts ever enter your heart.
Without hesitating, you'll walk the way of the warrior.
You can see Agard's snow-topped mountains in the distance.

What do compliment or critique mean to you?
You believe in yourself - you wage your war.
An the day is coming, the hour is nearing,
Germany needs men like you -
Men of action!

Rock in the surf, made of iron ore.
Lonely Wolf, no doubts ever enter your heart.
Without hesitating, you'll walk the way of the warrior.
You can see Agard's snow-topped mountains in the distance.

Let them dance, the last dance on the volcano.
Let them laugh, like in a fever trance.
They don't see the blood-red signs on the wall,
The breaking noises in the whole country.

Rock in the surf, made of iron ore.
Lonely Wolf, no doubts ever enter your heart.
Without hesitating, you'll walk the way of the warrior.
You can see Agard's snow-topped mountains in the distance.