Ich bin Soldat [English translation]

In the clumsiness and intoxication of beer and wine

Between the flags and borders

I stood small and weak

And felt the eyes burning on my skin

These young eyes full of suffering and pain

Stunned, asking

Eager to see so much yet

Died in agony without knowing

The small body torn

A life flows into the gutter

Seconds became hours

And still this gaze

Which I didn't manage to flee

This child is just another victim of murder

Here and there

Yesterday or tomorrow or now

Save me from evil

We stood before the gates of the golden city

We saw the cannons and shot them down

We plunged through the gates, drooling and blind

Shot dead tired men, all women and every child

We sneaked into the village, in the morning, when everyone was still asleep

We wanted to occupy it, but then everything went wrong

One shot first, then everyone together

What was left was bones and burnt land

I'm done with the myth of the hero

My hands won't touch weapons anymore

I desert, stand behind all the victims

I won't march for any state anymore

Soldiers are murderers and I'm one of them

I have to puke, it doesn't leave me be

I am a little boy, the victims of violence

I want to atone for it and keep myself readied

• Artist:Die Schnitter
• Album:Arg (1998)