They were young

They were young and their bodies trembled / quivered

When they opened slightly to them the door to hell

And when they stepped

over their incandescent doorstep.

They were young but...

They became hard-hitting heroes

And on their shoulders they carried death

While fiercely stepping into an even greater fire

Wild screams of boiling bees

Left icy shadows on their napes

Because their hands entwined over another man’s doorsteps and yet their own

They were young...

Overwhelmed by the bitter smell of the gunpowder

Cloaked by the dark mask of case-hardened soldiers

As their dreams about beautiful days and girls slip away.

They were young

And in their memory they carry

Whiteness of the necks

of their sweethearts’.

Not only were they young

But also the pride of their fathers.