The fight is lost
I would never lose it
But the sword cannot fight anymore
My forces say farewell
The fight is lost
I would never lose it
But the sword cannot fight anymore
My forces say farewell
The uniform stained with mud
The smell of carrion
The gunpowder smell
In my throat
I will runaway, I will disappear
As the eagle goes to the skies
I will lie, I will cry
The lost fight
I get drunk in my tears
The hiccup is constant
A stone in my back
It weighs less than the defeat
I will be mirror
That nobody will look at
The dunes of sand
They blow in my eyes
I will runaway, I will disappear
As the eagle goes to the skies
I will lie, I will cry
The lost fight