Man to man, storming in line

So many meters, so little time

Shot after shot sinks in us

Like by death's hand led

And first, as weapons came

The enemy got his name

And when the weapon is given to him

An enemy is an enemy to me and an enemy not human

As a human being, one had to feel, that even then

when everything between the weapons was to be dead

the weapons would continue thеmselves

until the total annihilation of thе world

Friend against a friend in death throes

But the rifle stays gripped firm in the hand

Hand in hand, stiff on the trigger

Even in death an enemy stays my enemy

And first, as weapons came

The enemy got his name

And when the weapon is given to him

An enemy is an enemy to me and an enemy not human

Hour after hour, united in death

No time for little life

Person after person, plucked by death

Only the weapons are left

And first, as weapons came

The enemy got his name

And if no human holds a weapon

There would be no enemies in the world

And first, as weapons came

The enemy got his name