Ich hatt' einen Kameraden [English translation]

I once had a loyal comrade,

Not a better will every be,

When we heard the drum to start to fight

He marched by my side, to guard my right,

Step for step, along with me.

A bullet came a-flying.

Is it meant for you or me?

It struck him hard and flung him down,

Now he lies there still upon the ground

Like a piece shot out of me.

He stretches his dying hand to me

As I load to shoot the foe.

There's no time for us to say good-byes,

You will be today in Paradise,

My comrade good and true.

• Artist:German Folk