I was falling dead in battle Must have been Tuesday I don't know the date I did everything everyone asked for But I'll say where I'll be laid
The many dead of my comrades all look the same in this place Won't you bury me far from my uniform So God might remember my face
Don't bother with congress With the rich or with the rest I've fought their battles in this world I might fight for them in the next
Do not find me justice Just find me a grave And then bury me far from my uniform So God might remember my face
My mother, my mother you'll cry for me You'll weep with the next of our kin You must never to think of what is not and what could have been I'll not return to your table So don't save me a place
Just bury me far from my uniform From the iron cross medal I would've worn From the statues that sisters and widows mourn From the newspaper clippings in micro-form From Geneva the (?) Nuremberg From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste
Won't you bury me far from my uniform So God might remember my face I know God will remember my face Merciful God please remember my faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.