Literature
Frankreich Lied - English Lyrics
Comrade, now we are marching into the west,
With the bombing squadrons oe’r head
The foeman has felled many of the best,
Now we’ll shoot down his aircraft instead!
Forward, once more, once more!
Over the Meuse,
O’er the Scheldt and the Rhine!
Victorious and glorious
We’re marching to France! Yes, France!
So off we march, so off we march,
So march we off to France!
They wanted to come and destroy our Reich,
But the Westwall, like steel, has endured,
We are coming to land the final strike,
The fall of their filth is assured!
Comrade, we are advancing and winning,
We are ready to die for our land,
‘Till the bell
