now that the shelling’s over, after the last surrender
I wonder if you’ll remember me
I’m not the bravest soldier, I never even told her,
just a part of the silent infantry
+++ it’s the same mistake, it’s a crying shame,
+++ it’s a bad, bad break, nothing more
+++ would I see your face if I called your name
+++ in another time and place after the war?

I was convinced I loved you, not that it even matters,
scattered these wishes in the woods
think of me as your shadow, following at a distance,
lost in a different neighborhood
+++ it’s the same mistake, it’s a crying shame,
+++ it’s a bad, bad break, nothing more
+++ will I see your face if I call your name
+++ in another time and place after the war? after the war…

daydreamer in the trenches, quiet in my persistence,
wishing away the battle’s heat,
now that we’ve all surrendered, not that it even matters,
I wonder if you’ll remember me
+++ it’s the same mistake, it’s a crying shame,
+++ it’s a bad, bad break, nothing more
+++ but I see your face when I call your name
+++ in another time and place after the war
+++ but I see your face and I call your name
+++ in another time and place after the war…