Текст песни
In a field where the wind plays with the grass,
Where the sunsets burn so brightly, There are souls that sleep underground,
They are no longer there, but they all keep their memories
The death of a warrior is not just words,
It's a life that's been given It's time for us to preserve their memory,
So that the sacrifice would not be empty
We must remember those who left,
But he left his mark on this world
Their souls live in our hearts,
And we will not forget them, just as we have not forgotten the heroes of the great wars
They may not be around, but we are in memory,
Let's keep them as a bright beacon
Loss is not darkness, it is the light that leads us forward
And even if the war is not over yet,
Sunrise awaits us ahead
The death of a warrior is not just words,
It's a life that's been given It's time for us to preserve their memory,
So that the sacrifice would not be empty
