When there comes night
And a battle-field keeps silence
The Soldier continues to fight
Continues to fight in the sleep
Cruel thing...
Cruel thing a war
Explosions, the attacks and all it is fatal
Find, find a door
From this infernal circle
And It was a next...
And It was a next day
War in the subconsciousness
And It was a next day
And soldiers died
And everywhere there was a blood
And there were only graves
When there comes night
War comes in the subconsciousness
Cruel thing...
Cruel thing a war
But even in a peace's time
When there is a silence
The Old Soldier continues to fight
Continues to fight in the sleep
Cruel thing... Cruel thing a war