Konstantin Wecker

Konstantin Wecker is my antifascist inspiration since I grew up in Munich long ago. I always enjoy his concerts a lot. 
So I was thrilled to get some tickets for his open air concert in Dreieichenhain, not far away. This time H0tamer, Anne and her husband could accompany me and our son M. took care for Teba and Caspar, to make this possibe.
The location is in an old castle, as you can see in the extra. It was bad luck for the people in the first rows, because there was no ceiling, but a lot of rain ;-)

Konstantin Wecker performed with his long time partner in concert Jo Barnikel on piano and Fany Kammerlander on cello.
Because of several health issues Konstantin Wecker can't play the piano any longer, but he can still sing his powerful songs.

I found a recent clip of the song Vaterland. He wrote it in1979 but it is more recent than ever. I found a very good translation on lyricstranslate.com and I add it here, too.
I really hope that Konstantin Wecker will keep singing his powerful and urgently needed messages!

Fatherland (1979)

Father, is that really true,
Were you really a socialist in the 30s?
Were you really in the resistance,
Did you fight against your own fatherland?
Father, I have to be ashamed,
I want an other name,
At school, you can't believe how embarrassing that is,
They call you a communist.

And the boy dreams of law and order,
Of a healthy, straight march,
And in his mind, he hears them marching,
And in his mind, he's already marching with them.

And the father doesn't know what to do,
This is how far it has come with the cowering,
With hunting communists and occupational bans (1)
And "economic miracle" (2) and employment problems.
You fight against all this rubbish for your whole life
And then, in return, they ruin your son.

And the father takes a night time
And tells the boy about the inhumanity,
About war and concentration camps, about the people's cowardice,
And he shouts: "beware, they (3) are spreading again soon!"
Then the boy packs his stuff,
Says: "father, you make me laugh,
You can read it everywhere:
It was actually very different."

And then he dreams about high boots
And about men made of steel and granite,
And in his mind, he hears trumpets,
And in his mind, he's already marching with them.

And the father doesn't know what to do,
This is how far it has come with the cowering,
With hunting communists and occupational bans
And "economic miracle" and employment problems.
You fight against all this rubbish for your whole life
And then, in return, they ruin your son.

And a few weeks later the boy stands in front of the door
And trembles and whispers: "It's not my fault,
They are serious, they build grenades,
They talk about Volkssturm (4) and assassinations.
Father, I have to be ashamed
I want an other name,
We did - I almost don't dare to say it -
Last night, in a dispute, beat a man to death."

And the father thinks about back then,
Hears the cruel boots marching,
And in the minds, they are still marching,
And it can happen again as soon as tomorrow.

And like so many others he gets angry,
What's become of Germany again?
With hunting communists and occupational bans
And "economic miracle" and employment problems.
You fight against all this rubbish for your whole life
And then, in return, they ruin your children.

(1.) Communists were/are subject to bans on getting a job in their learned profession in (West) Germany.
(2.) Well-known German propaganda phrase
(3.) the Nazis
(4.) Nazi propaganda phrase designed to rally militias when the war was already lost