His memory dear brothers!
We left with you in the morning and fell in the evening
The battles were heavy on the plain and the fire was powerful in the mountains
We fell at dawn by the sword
We went with you in a long and gloomy column
His memory, brothers the lead punctured our hearts
There is laughter and joy, and voices celebrating beyond us
And we cannot see, and sad flowers are on our graves
His memory, brothers and comrades
Because we fell in the name of life!...