Early morning, under the clear sky
The beautiful sun was rising
Flowers and silky grass were coming to life in the plains
Young stems were straightening up to the light
And birds and beasts were waking up
Gloriuos morning comes again
Black raven is flying by low
Is there a bitter disaster coming?
Soldiers are marching the roads
The sun is illuminating the blades
The sun was rising up to noon
A bloody battle has started in the plain
Can't see where is friend and where is enemy
Spears and sharp arows were flying
And the scarlet hot blood
Spilled on the green grass
The sun was drooping to the eve
Widows and children were coming
Washing off fathers and brothers with tears
Covering them with the mother raw earth
The sun was hiding behind the mountains
Graves and crosses were rising
Not a blade of grass has left in the plain
It won't rise again till the spring