You're cold and tired
You are still on the front (still on the front)
From behind the bunker walls made
Of sand bags and ammunition crates
The view stretches past barbed wire
When I'm falling down
I scream and shout
Just want to end this bunker life
Can you hear it?
Can you heal it up?
In No Man's Land
Mud and leaflet propaganda
No Man's Land, now
This is a big game of bluff
Behind most gestures for peace
Who knows the plans of the enemies
Shellshock eats my mind
Blurs my sight
Feeling so weak and paralized
Can you hear it?
Can you heal it up?
In No Man's Land
Mud and leaflet propaganda
No Man's Land, now
(In my mind resounds their strident laughs)
You're cold and tired
You are still on the front (still on the front)
(Check it out)
All these memories will emerge
That's the bunker life price
Ugly shadows, will fill my life
In the trench till I die
In No Man's Land
Mud and leaflet propaganda
No Man's Land, now
No Man's Land
No Man's Land
You're cold and tired
You are still on the front