The skyline was black that morning,
Were silent the forest, the river,
The raindrops from clouds were falling,
And the old happy life crying shivered…
But only the first
Beam of the sun
Escaped from the prison
Into the air,
The bullets were shot from the gun
And began then the greatest warfare…
Days… Nights…
Was it a dream?
Can you
See the bloody stream?
Which made the endless imprint
During the War,
Your grandparents the real
Nightmares saw…
And the stream can remind
About the horrors of War…
Of War…
The country was sinking
In that ancient fire,
The scars of the heroes were bleeding,
The “ally” proved to be the artful lier,
And soldiers in trenches were digging.
Shadow… Light…
Is it a dream?
Can you
Hear the scream?
And that stream still remember
About the horrors of War…