roughly, to get the idea:

2. Day and night we live in the front of the barrels of guns.
Life becomes an apprenticeship harder than we ever could think of.
No one counts days and weeks any longer, some even have stopped counting the years.
And many are broken and have lost their faces.

3. Carry the stone and pull the cart, no weight be too heavy for you.
The one you once were you have stopped being long ago.
Dig the spade in the soil, bury your (self)pity deep in there,
and in your own sweat turn yourself to steel and stone.

4. Some day the siren will call for the last roll-call.
Out there, where we'll find us, you'll be seen too, pal.
Freedom will smile on us brightly, forward we'll go with new courage.
And the work we'll do, this work will be good.

Wolfgang