Dann zieh’n die Moorsoldaten nicht mehr mit dem Spaten ins Moor. Dann zieh’n die Moorsoldaten nicht mehr mit dem Spaten ins MoorPeat Bog Soldiers
Far and wide as the eye can wander, Heath and bog are everywhere. Not a bird sings out to cheer us. Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.
We are the peat bog soldiers, Marching with our spades to the moor. We are the peat bog soldiers, Marching with our spades to the moor.
Up and down the guards are marching, No one, no one can get through. Flight would mean a sure death facing, Guns and barbed wire block our view.
We are the peat bog soldiers, Marching with our spades to the moor. We are the peat bog soldiers, Marching with our spades to the moor.
But for us there is no complaining, Winter will in time be past. One day we shall rise rejoicing. Homeland, dear, you’re mine at last.
No more the peat bog soldiers Will march with our spades to the moor. No more the peat bog soldiers Will march with our spades to the moor.Los Soldados del Pantano
Todo cuanto el ojo abarca está muerto no hay amor Ni un pájaro nos alegra Los robles desnudos nos dan temor.
Soldados del pantano las palas en la mano. Soldados del pantano las palas en la mano.
Nos vigila la guardia dura ¿Quién podría escapar? Huir es la muerte segura si disparan es para matar.