I will never, never ever see you again, You also will never see my tearful eyes, Your name I spell in vain, My tears I shed in vain, On the battlefield, somewhere far away from you, Where no one uses to mourn, there I will die.
There will be no sign of a palm size on my bare grave, Bodies of fallen soldiers will be my pillows, Where I will be laid down, No one will lean over my tomb, no one, For me even spring brings no green sprouts, The wind will blow far away the earth, From my grave.