In the evening, the longing will increase, it will become a mountain
In these mountains, if you throw a bullet, it will become an avalanche
Mum know that your son won't come back
Perhaps the homeland will be right when I die
Perhaps, the mountains will smoke, smoke skid
Maybe my voice screaming, screaming will be heard
Maybe your son will be put in a coffin
Do not worry mum
It's one fire, the liver, liver roasts
It's one fire, brothers and sisters get hit
Perhaps, my heart will be blood of a banner
Semile mum
The rain is thin again
Again the soil in the summer will bloom
You always see me in your dreams mum
See that my heart rests in the grave