They are pale, hey, the bright stars in the sky
They took him, hey, my best friend long ago
He will never see the light of the rising sun again ©t
Love will never fill your heart again
The valley was silent, the mountain
The guns were shaking
Out the sound of the flute playing in the meadow is revolting
Look up, the fire is burning somewhere
The place where the order has been given, and the spindle is ready for a war g
Truth hey, isn't there someone to hear your voice
I am not a conqueror, a robber soldier
A murderer of my brothers I don't divorce
The valley, the mountain roared
The weapons killed
The sun looks with a bloody face
Freshly dug graves

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