Before I go. Before I've gone...
I want to tell about war.
The rich and poor-we all the same
When starts the war,
when starts a hell...
When star in sky we want to reach,
When dream for home,-
we never reach.
In our thoughts-we are alone,
But when is war- we with all souls.
We were young, we were brave
And everything
we may achieve.
We were young and most na;ve,
But most of us
representative.
We tried to live, we all believed
we couldn't fall,
we always win.
And no one knew if stay alive
To sacrifice their own life.