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| White-birch grove |
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| Stay safe, white-birch grove |
| Stay safe, small cabin |
| I must fight for freedom |
| For me, I must leave my homeland |
| Stay safe, beautiful golden beloved |
| For the last time, you give me a kiss |
| And at my chest, as a flame of fire |
| You place a single pink rose blossom |
| That pink blossom will speak of our love |
| And of sweet dreams in the birch grove |
| May the cabin always remind you |
| Forget not your friend off in foreign lands |
| You can believe him unreservedly |
| That he will never leave you |
| Though the sun will never shine as brightly |
| As through the small cabin's window |
| And should a bullet pierce my chest |
| The light sands of my grave will cover me |
| And the linden trees will branch out over my grave |
| The nightingales will ever singing |
| Blossomed, then, shall be our love |
| Blossomed, our lovely dream in the birch grove |
| The sun, then, will no longer shine so brightly |
| As through our small cabin's window |
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| Zedelgem 18.September 1945 |
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