They say that a soldier who is not afraid of death
is a brave man,
and that a man who fears life
is a coward;
but, what is a person that in the battle of life
can only count his hours?

Bitter crossroads,
battles without medals,
swords without vassals,
flags without heddles…

Who tells you, that everyone does not suffer
their own wrestles…

Do not judge my sorrow,
neither my grief, nor my sadness…
You do not know how much I have dammed,
since your criticism is tying my hands…

Who tells you, that maybe tomorrow,
you will discover it, in your own lands…