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!...