To die, I sigh. Why must I?

To serve one Reich. To stick a pike

into the heart, that will impart

only sorrow. On the morrow

I will wake to find a stake,

sunk in the ground where that heart is now bound.

To die, I sigh. There is a reason why.

One Fuehrer's request that I do my best

to strike down the Jew that I pursue.

I am tired of feeling so uninspired,

by the speech that Hitler feels he must preach.

Why do my brothers leave to kill another's

with joy in their eyes after hearing his lies.

Am I the only one who doesn't want to hold the gun

that kills a child so he can be piled

on top of the rest with a hole in his chest?

Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Fuehrer!

What is this? This sweet abyss?

I feel desire that will not tire

to fulfill the dream that this regime

wants me to complete making mincemeat

out of those who conspire to call him a liar.

Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Fuehrer!

I leave to die, with no goodbye.

You understand, it's his command.