At night after the fighting Smoke scenting the air, Above me, barely lighting The darkened sky, distant stars.
Still, so still the night In the field after the fray: The east wind has fallen quiet, The horses whicker far away.
Somewhere near, all sleepy, A calling bird, crying so, At home they are waiting for me, But I cannot go.
I want to reach my home, My chain mail torn apart, Damascus sword in pieces, A wound below my heart.
Bloody crimson droplets Into the grass are pouring, Why, oh, why such tiredness? Suddenly so weary.
I would petition death To grant me a delay, And through this night draw breath And greet the coming day.
A rim of golden light Will flare above the fell, And smiling at the sight I shall say farewell.
And my soul will soar Upon the wind in flight Across the trampled moor Shining in the sunlight.
It's not dew that glitters On the silken lawn - A spray of scarlet, Like splinters of the dawn.
What happened here, the years Will cover with a veil, And silken grass the graves Will overgrow and heal.
But in the grass forever The memory will live on In a bloody spray Of scarlet flowers Scarlet flowers Scarlet flowersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
