Mourning tears
Of Gloomy sky fall
On the blood-soaked
Agonizing Motherland
Eternal marks of our existence
Right of God is to judge
Slowly falls the night
The night maybe falls, for ever
On the bank of dried lake
Sad shadows walk
By the runned dry spring
With tears in the eyes they stand
Flames in the dark night
Would show me the way
But they slowly vanish
In the dense haze
We were born to mourn
To forget the past
To bury the future
To fight the battle
That settled very long ago...