The sun is going down.
Song
1. The sun is going down,
Towards the bottom of the sky.
The children, the twenty-one-year-olds,
Through the barracks gate, are tumbling.
2. He goes into the room,
Sits on the iron bed.
He bows his head, sheds his tears,
On these Czechoslovakian trousers.
3. My God, my God,
What has become of me?
They took me to be a soldier, I left my baby,
In this sad world.
Towards the bottom of the sky.
The children, the twenty-one-year-olds,
Through the barracks gate, are tumbling.
2. He goes into the room,
Sits on the iron bed.
He bows his head, sheds his tears,
On these Czechoslovakian trousers.
3. My God, my God,
What has become of me?
They took me to be a soldier, I left my baby,
In this sad world.