I had a comrade,
you won't find a better one.
The drum was rolling for battle,
he marched at my side
in the same stride.

A bullet flew towards us
is it meant for me or meant for you?
It took him away,
he lies beneath my feet
like a piece of myself.


He wants to give me his hand,
while I reload the gun.
"I can't give you my hand,
rest in eternal life
my good comrade!"