Songs
- 'Los poetas cubanos ya no suerñan' ('Cuban Poets Do Not Sleep Anymore') (Heberto Padilla)
- 'Prison Song' (Ho Chi Minh)
- 'Keiner oder alle' ('All or None') (Bertolt Brecht)
- 'The electric cop' (Victor Hernandez Cruz)
- 'The distant drum' (Calvin C. Hernton)
- '42 Schulkinder' (Schoolchildren) (Erich Fried)
- 'Caino' (Gino de Sanctis)
- 'Il Pasi' (Mario Tobino)
- 'Heimkehr' ('Homecoming') (Heinrich Heine)
- 'Grecia 1970' ('Greece 1970') (Giuseppe Ungaretti)
- 'Legende von der Enstehung des Buches Taoteking auf dem Weg des Laotse in die Emigration' ('Legend of the Origin of the Book Tao Te Ching on Lao Tzu's Way into Exile') (Brecht)
- 'Gedanken eines Revuemädchens während des Entkleidungsaktes' ('Thoughts of a Showgirl as She Strips') (Brecht)
- 'Das wirkliche Messer' ('The Real Knife') (Hans Magnus Enzensberger)
- 'Recht und Billig' ('A Fair Deal') (Fried)
- 'Patria' (Miguel Barnet)
- 'Screams - Interlude' (Walton Smith)
- 'The worker' (Richard W. Thomas)
- 'Para aconsejar a una dama' ('Advice to a Lady') (Padilla)
- 'Roses and revolutions' (Dudley Randall)
- 'Vermutung über Hessen' ('Conjecture about Hessen') (F.C. Delius)
- 'Schluss' ('An End') (Michalis Katsaros)
- 'Das Blumenfest' ('Carnival of Flowers') (Enzensberger)
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“O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air
And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;
Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song....”
—William Butler Yeats (18651939)
“People fall out of windows, trees tumble down,
Summer is changed to winter, the young grow old
The air is full of children, statues, roofs
And snow. The theatre is spinning round,
Colliding with deaf-mute churches and optical trains.
The most massive sopranos are singing songs of scales.”
—Wallace Stevens (18791955)
“We can never see Christianity from the catechism:Mfrom the pastures, from a boat in the pond, from amidst the songs of wood- birds we possibly may.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (18031882)