Passed , the fighting died down .
Otbolelo severe wounds thy
But distant courage , loyalty storing ,
You stand silent and the holy fire.
You survived, soldier ! Died a hundred times ,
Though friends and even death buried standing .
Why did you stopped - at the heart of palm,
And in the eyes , as in streams , splashing eternal flame ?
Say they do not cry soldiers soldier he is a soldier ,
And that old wounds to bad weather hurt.
But yesterday was the sun ! And the sun in the morning ...
What are you crying , a soldier , the holy fire ?
You survived, soldier ! Died a hundred times ,
Though friends and even death buried standing .
Why did you stopped - at the heart of palm,
And in the eyes , as in streams , splashing eternal flame ?
Look same soldiers - is thy youth :
We are the sons of a soldier's grave !
So what do you think the old soldier ?
Or heart burn ? Hurt or injury ?
You survived, soldier ! Died a hundred times ,
Though friends and even death buried standing .
Why did you stopped - at the heart of palm,
And in the eyes , as in streams , splashing eternal flame ?
And in the eyes , as in streams , splashing eternal flame ?
