I see, I see, two tears in your eyes
They are for your sons, your own little boys
With whom you have shared your sorrows and your joys
And to whom you are bound with unbreakable ties.
Where are they off to, is it to the front ?
Tall strapping youths, with those eager eyes of theirs
They should be at home with two damsels fair
Yet here are they both - ready to go somewhere
Where I do not know, it’s not that I don’t care
Why do you answer my question with a grunt
Is it possible that are feeling, of other responsibilities, the brunt?
Poor old soul, your eyes are red with weeping
For after your husband’s death, you have been care of them, keeping
And now here are they both, are they ignorant of your sorrow
For them, is it only smiles and a wait for tomorrow?
Don’t worry, dear mother, you’ll surely seem them again
And that next meeting will surely erase all your pain
Peace shall then, forever, in your heart reign
Try then, not to feel aggrieved, it will only be in vain..
They are good sons, worthy of both our country and of you
Sons, such as these, are indeed very few
And our gratitude to them, is indeed, far overdue……