| They really were a gleam of hope in these dark cold days |
| Where the sun in the sky has disappeared |
| And the fog of perdition seems to occupy the land |
| We are still here in the trench waiting for our war |
| Nothing seems as glorious as we heard before |
| Even the autumn feels so different |
| Here the leaves may fall no more |
| Well at all it seems like time is standing still |
| The only thing we really count are the comrades that did not return |
| Maybe they are the luckiest of us all |
| As they have left it all behind |
| But with my god on my side nothing will happen to me |
| No more failures and no more faults cause I am programmed to be |
| But with my god on my side nothing will happen to me |
| No more failures and no more faults cause I am programmed to be |
| Never be concerned bout me I will make it somehow |
| But if it is my destiny that time has come to end for me |
| Then I will beg you not to cry as there are yet so many moms |
| That grieve for their beloved |
| If only their tears could wash away all this nonsense and this hate |
| How many men will keep their lives how many blood is saved |
| Hasn`t mankind reached real far that it slays itself that it makes war |
| I always whisper your name |
| When I am alone and scared |
| I guess it brings me luck |
| And all the harm falls off from me |
| Maybe tomorrow |
| Is the day |
| Where the hope returns again |
| With you on my side |
| Nothing can happen to me |
| No more failures and no more faults |
| Cause I am programmed to be |