In flooded fields the foe is known, In drinking crosses thrown low, And bar the gates, Only those who are not to see May bravely see The Fatherland below. The avant-garde shall taste defeat, Only the first ones to stand Are the ones that are loved, Weep, weep not, And weep not, And weep not. The avant-garde shall taste defeat, Only the first ones to stand Are the ones that are loved, Weep, weep not, And weep not. In flooded fields the foe is known, In drinking crosses thrown low, And bar the gates, Only those who are not to see May bravely see The Fatherland below.
