Why things seem so wrong? All as usual still:
The sky stays blue, trees the same, air... water...
Almost all is the same, but the difference is
That he didn’t come back from the battle.

I don’t get anymore who was right, who was wrong
While we restlessly altercated prattle.
I’ve just recently got what it means to fall short
When he didn’t come back from the battle.

He would whist out of place, and would sing not in time,
He would always remain saying oppo,
He would not let me sleep waking up at sunrise -
Till he didn’t come back from the battle.

Empty space is around, but it’s not all about.
I’ve just noticed that we were together.
It’s like wind blew the fire for me all at once,
As he didn’t come back from the battle.

Life is jumping at us like a rescued at large.
I’ve mistakenly asked him, but got no refute:
"Will you leave me a smoke?" - but a silence came back...
As he didn’t return from the battle.

Our perished in battles won’t leave us in trouble,
Their tutelary power is global.
Like in water the sky shines in timberland’s castle,
Each and every tree is standing as noble.

We had more than enough room in a bunker for us,
Time for both of us swimmingly settled...
The world is solely mine now, but it seems nevertheless,
As I haven’t come back from the battle.