Ballad of a dead soldier
I honored thy mother,
And went to war for thy brother.
Laying in a grave, my military thoughts shall be remembered.
I conquered the unconquered,
Embarked on a fierce endless journey,
Where the agricultural land was covered with dead bodies,
On which bullets had fallen from the barrels of the guns like raindrops.
I still cry for brothers and sisters who died before their time.
If only anyone thought of what I died for!,
The world would have been in one peace.
In my grave, I still have hope.
Hope that one day you will realize my very only vision.
Regrettably, only spirit is left of me,
It is accurate that no one should be trusted,
I was betrayed by those I called my own.
Today, they are happy that I ceased to be.
They are happy not to witness world as one body.
I desire everyone could see what I died for.
