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