31.
DIE MOORSOLDATEN or THE PEAT BOG
            SOLDIERS

Wohin auch das Auge blicket
Moor und Heide nur ringsum.
Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket,
Eichen stehen kahl und krumm.

CHORUS:
Wir sind die Moorsoldaten
Und ziehen mit dem Spaten,
Ins Moor.

Auf und nieder gehen die Posten,
Keiner, keiner kann hindurch.
Flucht wird nur das Leben kosten,
Fielfach ist umzäunt die Burg.

CHORUS:

Doch für uns gibt es kein Klagen,
Ewig kann's nicht Winter sein.
Einmal werden froh wir sagen
"Heimat, du bist wieder mein."

CHORUS:

Dann ziehen die Moorsoldaten
Nicht mehr mit dem Spaten
Ins Moor.
Dann ziehen die Moorsoldaten
Nicht mehr mit dem Spaten
Ins Moor.
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Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Heath and bog are eyerywhere.
Not a bird sings out to cheer us,
Oaks are standing guant and bare.

CHORUS:
We are the Peat Bog Soldiers,
We're marching with our spades
To the bog.

Up and down the guards are pacing,
No one, no one can go through.
Flight would mean a sure death
  facing;
Guns and barbed wire greet our view.

CHORUS:

But for us there is no complaining,
Winter will in time be past;
One day we shall cry rejoicing,
"Homeland dear you're mine at last."

CHORUS:
Then will the Peat Bog Soldiers
March no more with their spades
To the bog.
(repeat chorus)

UNITED FRONT SONG
And just because he's human,
A man would like a little bite to eat.
He won't get full on a lot of bull.
That won't give him bread and meat.

CHORUS:
So left, two, three,
So left, two, three,
To the work that we must do.
March on in the workers united front
For you are a worker too.

And just because he's human,
He doesn't want a pistol to his head.
He wants no servants under him,
And no bosses overhead.

CHORUS: 

And just because he's a worker,
The job is all his own;
The liberation of the working class
Is the job of the workers alone.

CHORUS:
 

COMINTERM

Rise up, fields and workshops,
Come out, workers, farmers!
To battle march onward,
March onward, world stormers!
Eyes sharp on your guns,
Red banners unfurled;
Advance, proletarians,
To take back our world!
  (Repeat last 2 lines)

O you who are missing, 
O comrades in dungeons.
You're with us, you're with us,
This day of our vengeance!
No fascist can daunt us,
No terror can halt.

All lands will take flame
With  the  fire  of  revolt!
  (Repeat last 2 lines)


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