Heinz
07 October 2009 @ 02:35 pm
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Motorhead-1916

16 years old when I went to war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Counting my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Is a long enough life for a soldier,

We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we fought and we brawled and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,

I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names,
And that's how it is for a soldier.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqFoqtpUFY8

Ak,Latvija,kur tavi dēli
Ak, Latvija, kur tavi dēli?
Pa malu malām kaisīti.
Dažs paliek karstā kara laukā,
Dažs pārnāk mājās sakropļots.

Gan daža māte savu dēlu
Priekš sevis domās audzina,
Bet apskatās, kad jau par vēlu –
Tas sen guļ svešās tranšejās.

Tam neviens zieds, ne rožu pumpurs
Uz viņa kapa uzlikts nav,
Tik vientulīgie saules stari,
Kas viņu sveic un aplaimo.

Ak, Latvija, kur tavi dēli?
Pa malu malām kaisīti.
Dažs paliek karstā kara laukā,
Dažs pārnāk mājās sakropļots.