See children playing war with real bullets The only plus of it is it’s a game The only month is that of martial tulips The people leave, the Victory remains
The Victory remains
Though all of us dream of becoming heroes It’s none of us who wants this mess again The song of trumpet – not a sound to hear The people leave, the Victory remains
The Victory remains
I still believe that they are not forgotten Each year many more are gone again We celebrate or go through something rotten The people leave, the Victory remains