It's a beautiful evening, so I start writing
and the wine gave me strength.
God is my witness that I was pregnant
order - maybe it was already at that time.
I have read all your letters thousands of times,
in them it was written that I sleep in your lap.
However, with the last leave, I spread out
the world in me will never leave you.
Then at the train you - a foreign woman! I'm sorry
for lying to you.
I can still hear your longing moan...
I tore up that photo of yours.
I will never come to you that way again.
See, I am here now you are there.
At the hole in the mud he asks himself m,
and I answer to myself...
... why were you standing on the train at the train
laughing,
you and my mother, an elderly foreign lady.
Children's room? For laughs! I will say
in silence.
Conversations are boring, my soul is always
empty.
Memories just hurt like anything else.
Lost is the key ... Already to be gone!
I want to go back, not get lost here.
The queue of return beckons, home for soldier.
When the earth is carved with kisses
and whistling cuts through the air,
he writes what the hell he wanted to do
wielding colorful ribbons.
For this moment I can't lie and run
like a little boy.
Someone else is knocking at your door - I'm bewitched< br/>bugle sound.
When they blow the horn to fight, it is
worth it. Hate and love - around the earth burst.
There are flames when they play with us.
Then there will be peace and we can perhaps go
each to your holes without god and faith.
The slain conscripts are left with a bunch of boars!
So go ahead and make a wish,
before the sky falls To live and that's the end of life.
And so I send you greetings from the queue. The fire
is already growing. The wine is strong and warm
strong, they will receive me with love until I go back to sleep.

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