Er war gut zu uns
Zu uns, seinen Enkelkindern
He was a good man
To us his grandchildren
He bought us chocolates
And gifts on our birthdays
And took us for walks
And made my brother laugh

Remembering Himmler, remembering him
Or do you think old Nazis didn’t have feelings

For years I have not said
A word about this
Held the thoughts of others
Above my own
For years I’ve not spoken
A breath of my conscience
Kept silent the memory
Of him who brought flowers

Remembering Himmler, remembering him
Or do you think old Nazis didn’t have feelings

The parade
The parade
I still see him standing outside in the rain
In the parade…

The smell of his jacket
His hair oil, his cigarettes
Are with me today as
I ride through to the country
I lay down my roses
And kiss the hard ground
And cry for the first time
For my dead grandfather

Remembering Himmler, remembering him
Or do you think old Nazis didn’t have feelings

Remembering Himmler, remembering him
Or do you think old Nazis didn’t have feelings…

(lyrics: Dan Bern)