Yuki No Shingun
Imperial Japanese Army
Snow March
Marching through the snow, stepping on ice
Not knowing which is the river or the road
Horses fall, unable to rise
Where are we? In the enemy's land
Be bold, take a break
With little hope, Japanese tobacco
Half-cooked rice, dried fish unburned
In that life, there is
A fire against the unbearable cold
It must be smoky, the reason to live
Talking optimistically with a stern face
Sourness is just a pickled plum
Casually enjoying the fruits of the trees
Wearing armor as a pillow
The warmth on the back starts melting the snow
Quivers soaked in the warmth
Dreaming of a candle that can't be lit
The moon coldly peeks in
Offering life, risking death
Ready to die, rushing forward
Luck in battle won't come without effort
Bound by duty, circled eighteen times
Slowly, the noose tightens
Planning to keep alive, but won't return
