Why is everything wrong? - Everything just is like always: The same sky, once again itís blue, The same forest, the same air, and the very same water, Only he didnít return from the battle. Now I canít understand, which one of us was right In those sleepless, restless arguments of ours. Iím only now getting enough rest, Since he didnít return from the battle. He shut up at the wrong times and often sang the wrong lines, He was always talking about something different, He didnít let me sleep, he got up with the dawn, But yesterday he didnít return from the battle. Whatís so empty now - Iím not talking about that, All at once I noticed that we were a pair! For me it was if the wind blew out the fire, When he didnít return from the battle. Now spring has run off, as if from captivity By mistake I yelled at him: Friend, put out the cigarette! - But in answer - silence Yesterday he didnít return from the battle. Our dead donít leave us when we are in trouble, Our fallen are like sentries. The sky is reflected in the forest, as if in water, And the trees now stand in blue. There was plenty of room in the foxhole, Time there slowly passed for both of us. Everything now is just for one man... Though it seems to me, That it was I who didnít return from the battle.
© Peter Struwwel. Translation, ?