Der Legionär [English translation]

The way home is tough

for a legionary.

And many see the home, the home never again.

Foreign is the ground, foreign is the sky, foreign is the

Talking, foreign are the songs, foreign are the hearts.

And none beats for him.

Always he dreams of the forests,

dreams of the meadows, of the fields,

dreams of the stars that glow in the home.

The way home is difficult

for a legionary.

And many see the home, the home never again.

Days and nights he made plans

Years and years again and again,

to finally flee this hell.

Everywhere lurks destruction,

because he is on the run he is there waiting to die

If they catch him,

there is no mercy for him.

The way home is difficult

for a legionary.

And many see the home, the home never again.