Alone with you my brother dear
I would be stay for more;
So little as they confidently say,
I may to live at world.
You will go home and very soon:
Look... What? No one will give a care,
Let us tell the painful truth,
About my unfortunate fate.
And if someone asks you by a chance...
Whoever, well, asked you,
Tell them, that into my poor chest
I’s wounded by a bullet through,
That I died honestly for the king,
That our doctors are bad thing.
And to the own land I
Sent my the last goodbye.
My father-mother are hardly
Both keepping still alive...
It would be pity, I admit,
To make all them too sad;
But if one is still alive of them
Tell that I'm lazy letters write,
The troop’s sent on a raid,
And let them not expect me
They have a neighbor closely there
Do you remember, long ago
We separated!.. anyway
About me she will not ask…
You tell to her the whole my truth,
Do not pay pity to a flighty heart;
Just let her cry and cry -
For her it's never mind…
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Author:
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