Why is all not the same? Seems thereís no sign of change
The same sky shining ever so bright
The same air, the same forest, and the waterís not strange
Only he didnít return from the fight.
In our arguments lasting through day and through night
Whoís to say, who was wrong, who was right?
Only now, only now do I miss him so much
Now that he didnít return from the fight.
He grew silent in need and he sang out of key
He saw black when all others saw white
He would not let me sleep, he would rise with the sun
Last night he didnít return from the fight.
Empty blackness within, more woes up ahead
Without him, I grew lonesome with fright
For me, as though a wind extinguished the flames
When he did not return from the fight.
Now as though from captivity spring had escaped
By mistake, I called him to invite,
"Hey pal, leave me a drag," - all in silence is draped
Last he didnít return from the fight.
Our dead will not leave us in these troubled times
And our fallen will guard us through time
As in water, the sky will reflect in the woods
And trees will bloom, ever sublime.
In the dugout we lived, with enough room for both
Time caressed us on her daily flight
But now, all for is one, only it seems to me
That I did not return from the fight.