I run into a minefield, where I fell before,
there is soldier which heart exists no more.

All them were buried into their fatherland,
while he's sleeeping face turned to the sand.

A victory could stay here but then I saw myself,
holding your hand in mine on the edge.

Do you leave me, if I turn too hollow?
If there's no heart, We'll meet in hereafter,
when you're a shell without a core.
Warmth of her love flows to the ground,
'cause I got a heat like fire, where horror remains.
See through me to know I'm gone.

The echoes of the cannons, hums in distance when we walk,
upon the bodies to the border of her soul.

Every step you're trembling and tears glows on a cheek.
I can't bear it, released her faith in me.

The shape of weak remembrance goes blurry otherside,
then the pain strikes when I encourage her to fight.