Slowly nears the night Silence fills the air The afterglow of the fading day - twinkles in magic light
The weapons are silent now Ours is the victory The darkness of night – covers the sight of the fallen on the battlefield
Far from the distance we hear a sound The cathedral bells announce a glorious day
Finally we cross the town The virgin at our side The battle is won – joy everywhere – we see an elated crowd
But still there's something, decreasing her joy and hurting her heart Her only thought is "why?"
Inwardly torn – she implores the saints with tears in her eyes - asking for the reasons "why?"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
