From the Red Badge of Courage (A short translation)

The cold passed from the earth

Retiring fogs revealed an army

They rested on the grassy hills

And woke to the shadow of night

Enemies were lurking nearby

You are a tall man with a plan

The loud one did not like that

You dreamed of crowns

The loud one did not like that

So you enlisted defiantly

That night in your bunk

You dreamed of war

And the glory of victory

And being a war hero

How grand an idea!