Der Füsilier I

In the Carpathians we have marched
In Galicia, fleeing from the enemy
In Przemysl, a hundred thousand men
That's when we launched the counterattack
To reach our troops
We walk over a thousand corpses
No shots were fired
The winter takes our lives

A helmet, a rifle
That's how he stands in the army
Bayonet, belt buckle
Integrated into the train
Backpack, uniform
Always with us is God
The fusilier marches
Defying the winter

The marching gear so heavy
The canteens are empty
Every step brings pain
But the goal is still so far

Here we are, at the Zwininer Ridge
Snow so high, you can only stand
Already 2,000 men have died
The cold death has us in its grip
No supplies, we die in the ice
Hunger gnaws and bites
Fingers and toes are black
Frozen, not fallen in battle

There, where we lie and freeze
Stands the fusilier, stands the fusilier
Away from home, not with you
The fusilier pleads, the fusilier pleads
Murder and manslaughter, we march
The fusilier goes, the fusilier goes
Estate, wife, and children always with me
The fusilier lives, the fusilier lives

There, where we lie and freeze
Stands the fusilier, stands the fusilier
Away from home, not with you
The fusilier pleads, the fusilier pleads
Murder and manslaughter, we march
The fusilier goes, the fusilier goes
Estate, wife, and children always with me
The fusilier lives, the fusilier lives

There, where we lie and freeze
Stands the fusilier, stands the fusilier
Away from home, not with you
The fusilier pleads, the fusilier pleads
Murder and manslaughter, we march
The fusilier goes, the fusilier goes
Estate, wife, and children always with me