The dark and dark night of my life does not end, the sound of fire and shrapnel in my ears, the pungent smell of mustard gas always wraps in my memories , my breath is catching, my last moments are the
sound of arrows and bullets of the lantern, all my doubts, I remember the children, oh God, why am I alone, the red rose, the wounded, tired and lifeless anemone, the loyal lover goes away from the hands and feet of blood,
the memory of the days of separation, the memory of Gods love, the memory of the bloody trenches, the memory of the young
love.I remember the companions who died with thirsty lips, the memory of the mothers who buried their love in their hearts, the
sound of arrows and bullets of the lantern, all my doubts, I remember the children, O God, why am I alone, the red rose, the wounded, tired and lifeless anemone, the loyal lover leaves the blood from his hands and feet
, the sound of sobs and moaning, he says, "Again, a flower has jumped on my bed, I shed tears on my bed, it is not my turn , remember me." That I will always live in your memory, be the balm for the wound of my heart that I sing to you, the
sound of arrows and bullets of the lantern, all my doubts, I remember the children, O God, why am I alone, the red rose, the wounded, tired and lifeless anemone, the loyal lover goes from the hands and feet of the blood
