Letras
Life as a gift, our life as a present from king Albert to tsar Nikolai
Now the ship is sailing to the shore of Archangel. We move down
to the Peterhof, Russia meets us with the solemn march
And soon we moved on to the Zbarazh,
Ozerna and Tarnopol
We entered the war
in Galizia
We entered the war
Hold the line, Minerva will cover us
The Hotchkiss machine gun poured lead in all directions
Send our messages to all boches
We will avenge for the Belgium!
16 of us were killed in action,
16 of us in this Galizian sludge
They called home
After two years We've left this squalid place
We moved to Kyiv
But the bolsheviks banished us and we destroyed our cars
To prevent their capture and chose the highest way
back home
Along the trans-Siberian railway
to China and Vladivostok.
On the ship Sheridan we sailed to the United States.
In San Francisco they treated us
like heroes.
From Sacramento to Salt Lake City,
Chicago, Detroit and New York.
Finally were returning to France just months before the War was ended
Hello again,
our lovely
Belgium.
Wederom hallo, ons mooie België
Hold the line, Minerva will cover us
The Hotchkiss machine gun poured lead in all directions
Send our messages to all boches
We will avenge for the Belgium!