Winter in trenches Becomes unbearable Cold claws of death Entwined my heart Like snow-white marble Our bodies are frozen Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes
My dead comrade Lies a few hundred yards from me Snow covered his new uniform And his blood becomes white too
Soldiers of my regiment Drop their weapon and go out of the trenches Their faltering few steps To white rest and enemies On the nomans land They hugged and singed And yet with neither rage no hate Cause its christmas eve But I'm obliged to kill
I take the bayonet And run across the field Young German reaches out to me I hit him in the throat
Again again and again Because there is no fucking christmas truceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
