Open your eyes
Go out and look at this world
Such a strange world this is
The boy has become a soldier
And out onto war he goes
He leaves here and joins the caravan
Tonight he'll sleep far away
The house is empty, so quiet
No sounds of laughter are heard
"With an old pair of English boots
I survive through the schemes.
Father, father, don't be sorry,
I'll be back, be back soon.
Heavy is the dust, the fog does not disperse
And the wheel goes around always.
Mother, mother, hear me,
I will not reveal my suffering to you."