Lyrics: On a journey i went With all my childhood friends We fought the french With fire and iron I saw all my friends fall I held the dead french man in my arms While i drew the birds in the pits All quiet on the western front The pictures of my family Is nothing but dust, ana cake I can't find rest or peace Till' i return to the front again All quiet on the western front and eat salt with your food I raise from the pit And the bird draws me I take a bullet To the head

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