(Wir zogen in das Feld. Wir zogen in das Feld. Da hatten wir weder Sackl noch Geld
Strampede mi A la mi presente Al vostra signori.)*
*Taken from Botho-Lucas Chor’s ‘Les Lansquenets’
Chapter. I Russland Über Alles Chapter. II Calling Through The Night .... I love you in sweat When you are dead When someone calls me Through the Night. (And the day)
When we will be dying No matter how trying Insufficient funds is our goal Forevermore
It’ll fit you well When you are swelling When you are sure That I’m dead and gone (Taken by the night)