We march We destroy
We march the soldier's way
from Moscow to Paris,
from Karasjouk to Arles and Nice,
Dunkirk and Tripoli
Before Stalingrad there stands a battalion,
the remnants of our best division

We march and we master,
we conquer and march,
from Cairo up to Hammerfest,
from Brussels up to Budapest,
from Copenhagen to Bucharest
Before Leningrad there stands a cannon,
the remnants of our last battalion

We march We destroy
We master Czechoslovakia,
Vichy and Algeria,
Hungary, Luxembourg and the Hague,
in Denmark and in Prague
Up in the Karels lies a pair of skis,
the remnants of our last company

We march We destroy
We devastate and we conquer
We march through storm and snow
from Smolensk to Calais,
from Omsk to Zuyder Zee
Back home in Dresden there stands a doorway,
The remnants of our last cathedral