For innocence of landscapes
For purity and hope
For longing hearts we’re going home
Bloodred rivers, ashes darkening in flow
Deadman’s hands covering a child
Cry of despair still dwells in burnt meadow
Taken by fire their eyes are closed
For motherland, for their children
They passed away long years ago
Homesick and lonely
Children of war
Call of ever memory
Still dwelling below
For freedom and dignity
For peace and home
Their faces cascade now in memories
Of ones living below
We pray for the souls
Reviving names on the graves
Fallen soldiers, fighters of freedom
Rest in peace guarded by angels white
Eternal flame above enormous grave
Names of those who fell in that war
Forever in minds, forever in hearts
Memory of the heroes we bear inside
Forever it burns in every name engraved
Linlin's Poetry 