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