Captivity - command - no surrender, - they don’t surrender,
Though none of them gets a decoration.
Only the black crows spin in swarms
Over the dead bodies of our warriors.

The god of war clings to his war-chariot, -
And buried in the earth the soldiers lie.
From somewhere appear white birds
Over the dead bodies of our soldiers.

After death they’ll all find their own birds -
Thus the white birds are for our warriors,
Now and the crows - as if over the carrion - spin
Over the black columns of the enemies.