Текст песни My Son, My Home and My Tree - Смерть без чести

I see the stars,
in the distant , deep sky
and red earth ,
under his back.
snow covers the eyes .
flame burned forever .
I do not feel life,
rotten soul,
not compressed lungs
Bereaved .
the wind carries the ash ,
cleaning funnel
become graves,
not had time to die
honorably in battle