Oh Marlène
The hearts are bleeding
And hanging atop
Your stocking
Oh Marlene
Through your veins
Is running
Soldiers' love
And when they die or fall asleep
It's the warmth of your voice
That calms them down, and drags them
Off the fights
Oh Marlene, hatred
Brought us here
But Marlene, through your veins
Was running soldiers' love
When they're dying
Or falling asleep
Into the hollow of your arms
They're sinking
And burning
Like a butt (of cigarette)
Between your fingers
Here and always
So they can know you
Cross amongst crosses
Marlene always loved