Vojna Poema Songtext / Lyric

We're going to sleep in the wind tonight,
in the wind, who is laughing, wildly,
and maybe the clouds, these white sheets,
will be our only blankets.
On hands and clothes the first,
then second drops of rain will fall.
In the night through the swampy clearing
a heron will cry out.
The stronger one will wash our faces
and moisten our lips with a rag and the night
with a cold knife will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like rotten branches,
until the sunny dawn warms the ground and our hearts.
The underwood will wake up in the sun and war
will begin its song again: Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!