Serve for me , having served ,
I'm not the one that died yesterday .
He , of course, healthy living
Under the scorching sun yard,
Of course, he lived not grieved ,
Not sorry for what he had.
Serve for me , having served ,
I got sick to become yesterday .
From the place of his horse blew off at a gallop ,
Not sparing his fists ,
Suppose now that a century of your crying
Wash away your sins sweetness .
Now let your arms tribal
Ha banners of mourning sew .
He would have been now, of course , live ,
If faith in your honesty .
But it piled up with the horse,
Tearing up the girth of the saddle ,
Bowstring cried , ringing ,
And at the heart of the boom fell ...
Throne Room clean Command ,
Remember what he loved lilacs .
Serve for me , having served ,
I forgot it yesterday .
Yesterday I died for nothing ,
For thousands of great perish
He climbed out of all their skins ,
And now I will not move his feet.
In his bed not go to sleep ,
Ice cold there now .
Serve for me , having served ,
He died , and I now another.
