When the world suddenly blazed,
They were walking pathless tracts,
Through sleeping woods.
With steady rhythm of young hearts,
Turbulent days were measured by time.

Smoke of bonfires was left somewhere behind,
As was dust of travelled roads,
As was shadow of grey fog.
Only white cross in the fields,
Doesn't remember anymore, who sleeps beneath it.

Like a thought from a past,
Like a trace of memories, today comes back
A memory of those, that are no more.

Evening darkness bid them farewell
When they were moving into battle,
When the song was fading.
They were walking to fight for your home,
Among the green fields,
To fight for new day.

Like a thought from a past,
Like a trace of memories, today comes back
A memory of those, that are no more.

Because fate helped not everyone
To return from forest paths
When lilacs were blooming.
White cross in the middle of nowhere,
Doesn't remember anymore, who sleeps beneath it.

White cross in the middle of nowhere,
Doesn't remember anymore, who sleeps beneath it.