Elämää Juoksuhaudoissa [English translation]

As our way headed for battles,

Where only the song of the bullets played,

We never knew as we departed,

Who may sometimes return.

This life in the trenches is

To us only a command of the Fate

And maybe the destination of our journey

Is to disappear in the noise of war.

As the day already changed to night,

A brief moment arrived for resting,

They have all fallen asleep,

Where the campfire gives warmth.

I keep remembering you again,

I still see a tear on your cheek,

Though I might be left on the battlefield,

Your picture is the last one.

• Artist:A. Aimo