Текст песни My Son, My Home and My Tree - Смерть без чести

I see the stars ,
in the far , deep sky
and red earth ,
under his back.
Snow covers the eyes .
flame burned eyelids .
I do not feel life,
rotten soul ,
lungs do not collapse ,
Bereaved .
the wind carries the ash ,
cleaning funnel
become graves ,
not had time to die
honorably in combat