It was the winter of 1942,
Getting involved in war was something I had to do.
All day long, I witnessed the torture of Jews,
The Red Army crossed the border, States had got the news.
I marched forward, with all my courage.
Yes I was a Nazi, I had the right to show my rage.
Holding my daughter's picture in one hand, and a gun in the other
The time I had spent with my wife flashed out, it gave me a reason to go further.
Step by step, I laid my eyes upon the flag
'I wouldn't betray you; No, I wont turn my back'
It was snowing like hell, my foes had gone
I was stunned. This was something I'd planned to tell my grandson.
My country had lost, it left me no other choice.
As the time went by, I heard the Almighty's voice.
I cried to myself, I was the wound in my hand;
Fifty years have passed, but I still love my Deutschland...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ooo dammi! ashwin pani poet bhaidya aich! ! !