The soldier walks in the cold winter wind.
Cases and bags, into his life there ...
head bowed, hat and scarf, "but how cool will suffer
going to bring some 'peace there."
With the chill in the bones, take the train
black and sickle will approach him.
arrived at
now heads to break the news to the commander.
"effects your system and go in his cot,
to pawn you'll be playing tomorrow." In the tent he
system photographs, keepsakes
fuss dessert.
posarne In one, the cheek line:
"I never come back home."
Armed with such fear and will
with comrades know that he will die.
At the forefront is heard
"no, no! We do not want to die ..."
After the great uproar, cries of pain
rose weeping, black sky yonder.
God have mercy on us, God, accept your children.
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