Rain is falling on the faces of my comrades

On the faces of my living comrades

Who cover their heads with a blanket

And on the faces of my dead comrades

Who no longer cover themselves

 

Rain is falling on the faces of my comrades

On the faces of my living comrades

Who cover their heads with a blanket

And on the faces of my dead comrades

Who no longer cover themselves

 

Rain is falling on the faces of my comrades

Rain is falling on the faces of my living comrades

Rain is falling on the faces of my comrades