Translated by Roma. Little children's bed, under table's ball Portait with a stripe hanging on the wall Tender is your look though you're only five Like your elder brother thursting for the life Moon is pooring light knocking on your door He's killed long ago in a foreign war Nineteen rainy days such a hateful bore How can I say wait for him no more All men have to fight living in a danger Simpler is to die then to kill a stranger You see the drops of rain It water seemes to be These are fallen boys Sheding down their tears Young they will remain Sneake beneath his head, an earring screwed round 19 years of age he left the native ground Verses bold and true, words so sharp and strong On the table's string but it plays no song Music can wait first of all is war 19 years of age he came out of door Tender is your look though you're only five Like your elder brother thursting for the life All men have to fight living in a danger Simpler is to die then to kill a stranger Cry died in the throat, let the hand vibrate On your palm is blood and earring that he made Young they will remain All men ...
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