Slumber deep and cold
The skull upon the shoulder
Closed eyes, a guest of wind
No one cries!
Snow falls, ice rains
The body numb and hard
There's a flower in his hand
From home, fatherland
Ref.:
Stählern ist das Kreuz das seinen Körper schmückt
Er bricht den Wind zur Erde gedrückt
Hebt den Arm dem Sturm entgegen
Front Angel - Macht heisst leben
Where is future, where is past
Cursed to die at last
Into foreign lands they fell
Deaf ears listen to the death bell
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