We are from the infantry, brother,
And summers are better than winters.
We've settled our score with the war,
Grab your trench coat, let’s go home!
The war has worn us down,
We’re like old men now,
Yet even the war has met its end.
For four years, your mother was without you,
Grab your trench coat, let’s go home!
Our streets were turned to embers and ashes,
Still again, again, my comrade,
The fallen starlings have come back to them.
Grab your trench coat, let’s go home!
Now, you're sleeping with closed eyes
Under a wooden star,
Stand up, stand up, brother,
Grab your trench coat, let’s go home!
What will I say to your nearest and dearest ones?
How could I face your widow?
You can't swear on yesterday.
Grab your trench coat, let’s go home!
We are all the insane children of war,
Generals and privates alike.
Again, the spring rises over the snow,
Grab your trench coat, let’s go home!