The battle's at dawn - the sun and smoke...
Few do know, what will happen to him?...
Or what will be tomorrow? - In youthful thoughts -
Who has hope, or who has fear...
Chorus:
The branches of all the Kalyn' bend down low...
O mother, to whom you have prayed?
How many more will she take
Of your children this is not your war?...
Your sons and daughters became parents,
They saw all their dreams in color
And had kissed the hands of lies,
For quiet nights they gave up their days...
Chorus.
It was once good there and at one time,
There, was no sweat and where, tears were not,
Only in that there was no goal -
I can't be that way, and how can you?...
The branches of all the Kalyn' bend down low...
O mother, not to them have we prayed!...
How many more will she take
Of your children this is not your war?...
Chorus:
How many more will she take
Of your children this is not your war?...