This is our last song called Leaving for the Eastern Front.
We hope you like it.
The comrades in arms are out,
sent shipped by the barracks.
They have blankets and rifles,
snaps inside their packs.
Their own destination,
bring them to the track.
They're out leaving for the Eastern Front.
The flashing light down the platform and begins to gleam.
Apprehensive soldiers rubbing hands,
breathe out steam.
Face the sun easy,
watch the pelting rain come across the street.
They're out leaving for the Eastern Front.
Leaving for the
Eastern Front.
Leaving
for the Eastern Front.
Men and ladies,
may we have no hope.
They've been out too deep.
Morale is eroded,
a shudder just to cover our acutes.
A weary corporal is wiping blood from our fit flutes.
Thinking how can he bar our forces,
turn them into servants.
They're out leaving for the Eastern Front.
They're leaving for the
Eastern Front.
Leaving for the Eastern Front.
God in my heart,
God, you too dead.
Good night.