nu vet jag vad hon sjunger också
Our way brought as to battle,
where only bullets sang,
when departing we didn't know
who could ever return.
The life in trenches
is to us only a command of fate,
and perhaps it's our destiny
to disapper in the chaos of war.
When night came at last,
we where given a brief moment to rest,
Everyone around the campfires warmth
have fallen asleep.
I'm remembering you again,
I still see a tear on your cheek,
even if I'd be left on the battlefield,
your picture shall be the last for me.
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