Tuli mu mber, tuli mu sees.
Tuletrompetid huikasid hukku.
Mu muusika tabas kaht meest.
ks vaikides vajus, teine karjudes kukkus.
Punkrihmaras 'tattnina' leek;
lppenud lahing, mis sja veel kees.
Mu naril oigab haavatud koolivend,
vaenlase mundris vangi langenud mees.
ng rindu ei mahu, pressib end les,
silmisse pisaraiks ja kurku kisaks.
Hbuvad lahkuja viimased snad:
'See teine seal vljal oli mu isa...'
[A Letter From the Trenches (on the fratricide war)]
Fire around me, fire within.
Trumpets of fire hailed doom.
My music befell two men.
One silently sank; the other went down screaming.
In the gloom of the bunker burns a crude petroleum lamp.
The battle, freshly furious, has already ended.
On my cot moans a wounded schoolmate,
a man who fell prisoner in enemy uniform.
The breast is too small for the angst that rises
as tears in eyes, roar in throat.
The words of the departing one fade:
'The man outside was my father.'
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
