Like a commanding alarm, the footsteps were heard in the night -
That means soon we will leave and part without words.
The horses came galloping, treading through the unknown roads,
Not knowing where to take their riders at all.

Our time is one of a kind, bold, but we must seek happiness!
And we fly after time in the everlasting pursuit.
Only in this long race we are losing our best friends,
While racing we don’t notice that friends are not near.

And yet for long we will consider the candlelights as fires,
For very long the creaking of boots will sound malicious to us.
There will be children’s games about war with old titles,
And for long we’ll divide the people into friends and foes.

But when the echo of war will stop rumbling everywhere,
And when our steeds will get tired to hop under us,
And when our girls will replace the cloaks for dresses,
Then we’ll never forget, won’t be sorry, and will never lose...