Another Martin Auer poem translated from the German

On the day we go over the border

On the day we go over the border,
can you see the city already, over the river?
On the day we go over the border
can you see it?

We will find a boat
tied up, hidden in the bushes.
We will throw a rope with a hook on it.
We will crawl on our bellies in the mud,
dig a tunnel under the river,
and the river will rain down on us,
heavy drops from the dark stone.
We will go over the border.

On the day we go over the border,
can you see the fields already, over the river?
On the day we go over the border
can you see them?

We will hold on under a train,
balance on high voltage wires
at daybreak, high over the guards.
We will leap over the rapids
and if they shoot at us
we will turn into birds
and fly away, over the border
into the other country
into the other time
on the other side
over there
over the river.