All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw   A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war   Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth   See the stems of Europe bend under force      All quiet   All quiet   All quiet on the Western Front      So tired of this garden's grief, nobody cares   Old kin kiss the small white cross, their only souvenir   See the Prussian offense fly, weren't we grand   To place the feel of cold sharp steel in their hands      It's gone all quiet on the Western Front, male angels sigh   Ghosts float in a flooded trench as Germany dies   Fever reaps the flowers of France, fair-haired boys   String the harps to Victory's voice, joyous noise