I Pity The Poor Immigrant re-trans

Retranslation from the German version of the Bob Dylan song by Peter Post
German Version
Original Version

I Pity The Poor Immigrant

I pity the poor immigrant
Who would have liked to stay home
Who uses all his power to do evil
But then is left so alone
That man who crosses his fingers
And blushes from his lies
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant
Who struggles in vain
Whose heaven is like iron
Whose tears no one counts
Who eats but is never full
And is there but never here
Who falls in love with money alone
And turns away from me

I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramps through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who constructs his town with blood
Whose dreams burst in the end
Only disappointment remains
I pity the poor immigrant
When his happiness has to move on