Oh lands by revoulution burned
up to the Kaiser throne!
The hearts which saw how the friends fall -
will ache till we are old.
The childish laughter you don't hear -
just childish screaming.
The light of women grows dim
and grey - their hair.
War touches you forever deep,
deorives of legacy,
and all the crimes and evil deeds
it keeps in secrecy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
War touches you forever deep is very true. Lovely poem.