We left far behind all declines, all our failures and sunsets.
Just give us a minuscule, almost invisible rise!
I want to believe that our black double-breasted wool jackets
Will give us a chance to observe yet another sunrise.
Today in formation they told us: "Must die like true heroes!"
"Weíll try. Not a problem. Weíll see, but we canít guarantee."
I only decided, while puffing my friendís borrowed ciggies:
"Each man to his own, but this dawnís all that matters to me."
A special detail is the highest acclaim for a sapper.
Donít jump from the shrubs with a knife on my back, itís unwise.
Donít trouble yourself - if my very own throat is now severed,
I will see this sunrise before my own final demise.
We strolled through their rear while restraining to slash them in slumber.
The passage was opened and then I observed with surprise, -
A green, immature, yet so very responsive sunflower
Already has turned its small head right towards the sunrise.
I know this for certain, behind us were left at six-thirty
Not only these falls and declines, but a rise and a climb.
Teeth grinding, two separate wires I now strip in a hurry;
The skies are still dark, but I know itíll be light in no time.
...Our company walks away smaller than ever.
What happened wonít matter, what counts is the blown-up old fort.
I want to believe that our risky and dirty endeavor
Will give you a chance to observe the sun rise at no cost.