Eternal fight.
We’re dreaming ‘bout the peace.
And let our dreams
Be simply calm and light.
A grey-haired night,
And birds that went in slumber
Are swinging with the silence,
Blue and right.

Eternal fight.
Assaults in morning dew,
And bullets’ flight
Has lost its mournful song,
Though cry shall linger on
“Immortal still you are”
When we were dreaming badly
About Heaven’s guide.

Forgive us then.
We were boiling over
The world was made of breastworks
Where we hid.
Our hearts went into pieces,
They tumbled, tossed, and snored
Like fearful horses
Left on the cross-fire line.

Please, tell them... There...
Not to disturb our everlasting sleep.
And let our dreams
Be simply calm and light.
Well, what of that
We haven’t won the fight,
And what of that
We haven’t gotten home?