Between bushes and trees.
Between borders we all wait for tomorrow.
But at eighteen we were all lost.
How could we understand.
And who weighs our lives now
Because only God alone knows why we tremble
Because at eighteen we all just wanted to live.
Just one flash and your life was over.
Are you calling to me?
Are you calling me back to the "Border" my friend?
Through the years, the world has turned.
When we were young, how would we have imagined this?
Are you looking for me?
Looking for me now, in the dust and your blood?
You said you heard how God was calling you.
Then it was all over.
After all these years
Far gone, we’re driven by the deeds we committed:
Only soldiers live with the damage caused by borders
How can we understand?
For that bush swallows our tracks.
In the dark bush, brothers were born.
Together in the dark, we prayed for a tomorrow.
But in a single flash, your life was over.
Are you calling to me?
Are you calling me back to the "Chopline" my friend?
Through the years, the world has turned.
When we were young, how could we have imagined this?
Where are you now?
Is you name inscribed on our walls?
You were never honored and now nobody will ever
write about your life, and about what you still wanted...
And at this wall I stand for hours.
But where is your name now my friend?
Can they not understand?
Young soldiers perish;
Without reason they carry the blame.
Are you calling to me?
Are you calling me back to the "Kaplyn" my friend?
Through the years, the world has turned.
When we were young, how could we have imagined this?
And at this wall I stand for hours.
And at this wall I stand for hours.