Crows croak standing in a circle, dogs fight,
With terrified, hysterical voices
Treetops squeal as they toss in the wind,
And you lie in the town square, dumped in the autumn dirt…
Your eyes are unclosed, arms unfolded,
And face unwashed – bloodcovered, pained –
You don't see that no one visits the graveclothed dead,
Sings no hymns, lights no candles and speaks no prayers…
That's how the hun hordes, inflamed with barbaric hate,
Defiled you and monstrously left you
Like carrion for the tearing birds and dogs,
So the horrible funeral wooden frighten
From the march those who will flower with unwilting honor
When the ages come to envy your painful fate…
With terrified, hysterical voices
Treetops squeal as they toss in the wind,
And you lie in the town square, dumped in the autumn dirt…
Your eyes are unclosed, arms unfolded,
And face unwashed – bloodcovered, pained –
You don't see that no one visits the graveclothed dead,
Sings no hymns, lights no candles and speaks no prayers…
That's how the hun hordes, inflamed with barbaric hate,
Defiled you and monstrously left you
Like carrion for the tearing birds and dogs,
So the horrible funeral wooden frighten
From the march those who will flower with unwilting honor
When the ages come to envy your painful fate…
