Surprised by day not breaking - Jean Portante

Surprised by day not breaking any more the moon
and the sun like two old underground thieves
relit the torch and set off. I'm sure that
anyone who'd seen their feeble gleam from a
distance would have felt sorry for them.

Our Homeland - Michel Lentz

Where the Alzette slowly flows,
The Sauer plays wild pranks,
Where fragrant vineyards amply grow
On the Mosella's banks;
There lies the land for which we would
Dare everything down here,
"Our own, our native land which ranks
Deeply in our hearts."

nielles - Laruent Fels

stone of clay

in the void

of sands

The Fire Chariot - Michel Lentz

The fire chariot, it's all set,
It whistles and off we go,
Rushing over the road of iron
And it will proudly show to our neighbours
That now, we have also found our way
To the great league of nations.

Who Deserves Respect? - Jean-Baptiste Nau

He whose hands are ever engaged,

And who seeks what's true and right,

Who lives from his own work's wage,

Not from other people's plight.

When my love was born - Anise Koltz

When my love was born
I washed it
From my right hand

The one I saw again - Jean Portante

                    The one I saw again
two days ago kept sewing
the same wound up again: