Here is not peace
Not the make-believe peace
Of the rest of the world
Here alone the war still exists
Here stand the lost years
Not been fullfilled
They are marching
Their way is far
It will take long
But it leads forward
They are marching
A dark army
The longest way
Into the heart
Here the unlived life
That finds no rest, cries
Hеre the strength and thе will
Of a youth that died
Poured out in one, upon the night
They are marching
Their way is far
It will take long
But it leads forward
They are marching
Their way is far
It will take long
But it leads forward
It will take many years
But what is time to them?
They come
And now the wind is still there
On the desolate, dark waste
It blows and blows, above are the clouds
The sky, the fields
And the endless wide plains
With the trenches
And shell holes
And crosses
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