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| Far in Champagne in midsummer green, |
| where poppies bloom between grave crosses. |
| The grasses whisper and sway gently |
| in the wind that gently blows over the burial ground. |
| u | On your cross I find, dead soldier, |
| u | not your name, just numbers and someone has |
| u | painted the number nineteen hundred and sixteen |
| u | and you weren't even nineteen years old. |
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| Have you, dead soldier, ever loved a girl? |
| Certainly not, because only where there is peace |
| tenderness and trust can flourish. |
| You were a soldier to die, not to be young. |
| u | Maybe you thought I would fall soon, |
| u | take my pleasure as it comes by force. |
| u | You were determined to do this, but then |
| u | ashamed of yourself and yet never did it. |
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| Soldier, did you go to your death with faith and joy? |
| Or are you too desperate, bitter, brutalized |
| not recognized your real enemy until the end? |
| I hope you got a clean shot. |
| u | Or has a bullet torn your limbs? |
| u | Did you scream for your mother until the end? |
| u | Did you continue running on your leg stumps? |
| u | And your grave, does it contain more than a leg, a hand? |
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| Only the cross remained as the only trace |
| of your life, but hear my oath, |
| to fight for peace and to be vigilant |
| humanity falls for lies once again. |
| u | Then it may happen that soon no one will be alive anymore, |
| u | no one to bury the billions of dead. |
| u | But more and more people are willing |
| u | to prevent this war, it's time now. |
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| o | your strength, your youth, your life. |
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| Gesang: | Achim |
| Instrumente: | Achim |
| Arrangement: | Achim Bahrenberg |
| Aufnahme, Bearbeitung, Studio- und Mastermix: | TSDG1 |
Eric Bogle
Hannes Wader