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