Hans Beimler, Kamerad [English translation]

In front of Madrid in a trench,

In the hour of danger,

With the iron brigade,

His heart loaded full of hate,

Stood Hans, the commissar.

He had to leave his home,

Because he was a freedom fighter.

On Spain's bloody streets,

For the rights of the poor classes,

Died Hans, the commissar.

A bullet came flying

From "home" for him.

The shot was well considered

The barrel was well drawn -

A German gun!

Can shake on it,

While I load just now,

You'll stay in our life!

The enemy won't be forgiven,

Hans Beimler, comrade!