Here we march through the snow, here we die in the mud
The wind aches like a thousand knives on my skin
My walk mechanic, my thoughts far away
Unable to act, feel numb to this distress
I can't remember freedom (forgot all faces I loved)

No cry for help through the wire
(my existence a number on my skin)
It will take all my power, my last will to live
I hear the sirens, searching lights roam through the night

Reports, bloodhounds and hunters
Orders are clear, our tombs already dug
Our names on the crosses

Here we march through the snow, here we die in the mud
The wind aches like a thousand knives on my skin

I'm running no looking back, no feelings at all
Will I be free at last? Will I ever kiss your face again?
Will I be free at last? The sun will be mine again
And I'll feel the rain, feelings return to my body
I can't believe, that I'm sill alive
Now I remember your face, your words, yours smile...



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    Song Meaningthis song was inspired by a book under the same title of Anna Seghers (about the escape of the prisoners from the concentration camp in Westhofen)
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