Remember, friend, our berning land,
Without birds, trees, grass.
Only us, planted into it shoulder to shoulder.
Remember tired young women,
Who gave us the last bread they had:
Did you see my husband,
Our brother, if will see, tell, we are fine,
Tell to return back home.
Remember an old grandmother in man's dirty clothes, who crossed us:
Sons, God will help and save.
You go, don't worry, we wait..
We wait, we wait... followed every where,
Making us proud,
Pushing to come back.
