Bolshevik

I do not know why I'm at war at that time

Hurting people alike to me under uniforms

Rifle bullets, grenades, can't replace the words

Provoked the sleeping monster and now brother kills brother

This trench is what's left of my world

My soul is frightened by shrapnel

And who decides and can end it is far

Sitting in his soft chair and very safe

I just saw a great friend succumbing before the enemy

Bleeding, and even inform you what was the real reason

Very soon the family will receive a medal and a warning

His son died defending the homeland and is now a hero.

In this trench my body trembles with fear and cold

Do not feel the trigger of my gun, I do not see the aim

The white snow confuses my eyes, will be a major

Approaching to finally mow my life

A sargent came close with loaded gun

I had no time to react felt lead to rip my chest

Mother said I 'm sorry again but death hugged me

Deliver this medal to my son and my dog tag