In the heart of Niedersachsen, where the stories flow,
There's a town called Wietmarschen, let the legend grow,
From the ancient nunnery to the modern day,
Here’s to the heroes who paved the way.
August Perk, a man so brave,
Stood against the darkness, tried to save,
Friend to Remarque, his spirit so pure,
Inspired "All Quiet," of that we're sure.
Chorus: Wietmarschen, oh Wietmarschen, where the legends lie,
From history’s pages to the endless sky,
Singin' praises, let the rhythm flow,
Of the people who made this town glow.
Johnny de Brest, with a beat so fine,
Mixes sounds of future with a touch of time,
From the indie stage to the hearts of fans,
He’s the modern melody of Wietmarschen lands.
Hugo von Buren, in the year so old,
Founded the monastery, a tale well told,
Built a sanctuary with a vision so grand,
Laid the spiritual roots in this sacred land.
Chorus: Wietmarschen, oh Wietmarschen, where the legends lie,
From history’s pages to the endless sky,
Singin' praises, let the rhythm flow,
Of the people who made this town glow.
Maria Theresia, the last abbess strong,
Kept the faith alive, where hearts belong,
Till her final breath in the abbey's embrace,
Her legacy lives in this hallowed place.
Manfred Wellen, leading today,
Mayor of the people, lighting the way,
Serving Wietmarschen with a vision clear,
Re-elected to steer the path so dear.
Chorus: Wietmarschen, oh Wietmarschen, where the legends lie,
From history’s pages to the endless sky,
Singin' praises, let the rhythm flow,
Of the people who made this town glow.
Erich Remarque, though not born here,
Shared his friendship, a bond so near,
With August Perk, he found his muse,
For a story of war and the pain it accrues.
Petra Berning, architect so fine,
Restored the past, one brick at a time,
With skill and care, she preserved the grace,
Of Wietmarschen’s buildings, a lasting trace.
Sister Maria, with a heart so kind,
Educating youth, with wisdom she’d bind,
In the nunnery’s halls, she shared her light,
Guiding many through the darkest night.
So here’s to Wietmarschen, with tales so vast,
From the ancient roots to the shadows cast,
Let the reggae rhythm keep the stories alive,
In this town of legends, where history thrives.
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