Ghosts float in a flooded trench as Germany dies
All quiet on the Western Front
All quiet on the Western Front
All quiet, all quiet
Fever reaps the flowers of France, fair-haired boys
To place the feel of cold sharp steel in their hands?
Old kin kiss, the small white cross, their only souvenir
All quiet, all quiet
String the harps to Victory's voice, joyous noise
All quiet, all quiet
All quiet, all quiet
So tired of this garden's grief, nobody cares
All quiet on the Western Front
See the stems of Europe bend under force
See the Prussian offense fly, weren't we grand
Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth
It's all quiet on the Western Front, male angels sigh