Sister of mercy Among smoke and filth on the battlefield White color is almost insensibly. It is a symbol of purity and innocence, Which never fades.
Among smoke and filth on the battlefield There are those, who are against this violence. Who breathing gunpowder and go deaf by the guns, Risking to die in the fire and under the bullets.
With the sounds of soldiers' boots, Silently carry out their work, Covering with hands bloody wounds.
"In the name of mercy give a hand" The posy of these women is The last hope for the wounded, Who cries and asks for the salvation. (Deliverance)
They don’t fight for the religion, They don’t care about games of politicians. Sisters of mercy – ordinary women: Young and old, strong and weak.
But each of them has saved someone's life Evacuate from the carnage wounded soldiers. They have compassion in their eyes And hope in their hearts.
So everyone, who will fight tomorrow For yourself, for the family, for the beliefs Will make it calm. Cause sister of mercy won’t leave one.