Eternal love, eternal sorrow
I can't understand
The war took my son

A convocation, a piece of paper
Took him out of his house to die
As a military machine
Why to fight for?
People are like puppets
Simple discharge
Blind soldiers seeking an ideal
Used like reject piece

Exploring the body limits
Honoring the homeland with blood
Kill to live, live to kill
There are no champions or losers
I try not to imagine the horror that he passed
His frightened eyes with fear of the death
Medal in his chest - his body in pieces
Thousands of dead bodies - the blood draining off
Raised flag - glorious victory
The war is over, but where is my son?

Other piece of paper communicating his death
Buried like a hero, gave his life away without any reason
Now he is only in my memory
The past falling upon my back
I go wandering alone through the world
But I know he is waiting for me
Someday, somewhere I will find you...my son