There are tears that fall in grief and sadness;
Slow and mournfully the cheek they stain...

Oh, not for me will be a grave
With cross-marked stone to view...

Give us heart god
So all this pain would go away...

No mother in this world should cry for her son
No son in this world should see a mothers tear...

When Death's pale angel stands before my face,
With smile unfathomable, stern and chill...

It is raining, my son.
The Autumn is wet and like wet eyes, it is...

I hear the bells of the other world,
Where I am also going to leave to and also go...

A bit of mystery lies in history's eyes
Because in time the facts and the figures get...

Here goes this man to war
Hugs the mom goodbye...