Mud all over the trouser legs

Sweat soaked through the back of the shirt

I don't know who you are

But I know who you are for

For Whom For the harvest in autumn

For the geese to return to the spring

Full of blood and singing youthful remorselessness

Looking through the end of the world, I don't know when my comrade will return to me.

Who are you

For whom

My comrade in arms when will you return

Who are you for whom

My brothers and sisters don't shed tears

Who's the most beautiful and who's the most tired

My countrymen, my comrades in arms

My brothers and sisters

Sister