The last year I’d saw off my friend to the train, he’s gone I remained Motherland needed of defense its concern in the land far away Sunday morning I’ve got bad news - he was dead Mother will never embrace this lad (Chorus)
Who can tell, why do you pay your life for nothing? I really cannot understand, my friend What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with your mind? What’s wrong with your sense?
Since his childhood he took in the words ‘bout significant need of defense Always in needy he had only life for sale but nothing to gain Small group of liars gained with his death once again Motherland devoured his pain
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Who can tell his mother, the words her heartache to abate? Who can give an answer bout how much money someone gained? Who can name this monster, whichs ever hungry for mother’s tears? Meeting light of morning, I see no questions to be cleared…