Somewhere in a foreign land,
they wander through rock and sand,
far from home and fair game,
100 men and he’s there as well
100 men and one command
and a way that no one wants,
day in, day out, to who knows where,
burned land and what’s the use?
All alone in the dark night,
you have often thought about it,
that far from here the full moon shines
and far from here a young girl cries.
And the world is still so beautiful.
If I could see you just once.
Now separating us already a long year,
because a command was our doom.
At random the fate strikes down.
Today him and tomorrow you.
I hear from afar the crows cawing
in the dawn, why does that have to be?