No love, no grief, no mercy,
That's what they've taught me here,
My wish, my dreams I'm cursing,
No sympathy, no fear.
A tramp is what I feel like,
An animal, a robot,
This place is like a godless Reich,
I have no friend, no comrade.
Whatever you have taught me,
Heartlessness, untrue,
Don't you turn your back on me,
Or I'll use it against you.
The dawn might mean new day for some,
It only means new deaths to me,
You'll thank your God that day has come,
I'll blame your God for what I see.
You'll hear greeting songs of birds,
The birds invite you to performance,
I'll hear songs of cold thrown stones,
That's the performance of opponents.
You see red roses, red bride's lips,
I see red blood of soldier's corpse,
You feel the softness of wife's hips,
I can't at all, the rough skin stops.
The war will end and peace will come,
But will you have respect and love
For what I'm through, for what I've done?
I hope you know that it's been tough…