Roaring gunfire and dancing to death,
The surprising shrapnel shattered the heart longing for peace.
Endless gunfire rang with countless sadness!
The horn is hoarse and tired, spreading the trenches,
The strong smell of gunpowder mixed with blood drifted into the distance.
The broken helmet tilted and the medicine box rolled aside.
The rest of the strength can't bear the heavy artillery.
The grandiose justice only leaves endless emptiness.
On the watchtower, overlooking the distant hometown.
The village full of wheat ears is our paradise.
I want to go back alive, you, don't be the place where my soul returns.
At dusk, the church bell rings, and the peaceful baby longs for health.
Put down the submachine gun, the end of the war is not just life and death.
Someone is snickering, and a ferocious face is hidden in the smoke of war.