That mother can cry and sob

1. A mother can cry, sob,
Whose two sons go to war.
His hand or leg, they shoot with a bullet.
The poor thing is not even dead, they bury him right away.

2. The captain comes, on a snow-white horse,
A shiny sword clangs at his side.
A shiny sword clangs, a copper cannon thunders,
Blood from his sword, drips onto the ground.

3. Comrade, if you see the deep wound in my body,
Load your weapon, kill me.
Or your bayonet, nail it to my heart,
Don't let me be dirty for long.