Yuki No Shingun

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