Hot drops been falling the whole day,
Hot drops of bullets and huge shells.
And now you’re standing on the plain,
And think how terribly Death smells.
It smells like blood burned in the sun,
It smells like mud under your feet,
And it reminds you: you’re the one
Who’s left alive of your war breed.
You’re staring at the sky, half dead,
You’re tired and broken but alive.
Sometimes you think you’re going mad,
For all your friends gasped out their lives.
The battle’s been extremely hard,
But you are saved, it’s like a gift.
For that you have to thank your Lord,
And come back home, the one who’s left.
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