Half an hour before the attack...
Soon we will face the tanks,
Soon the concert of bullets and bombs.
But a young soldier
was given a letter from home,
A small blue triangular envelope.

And though you’re not here,
if the bride has wrote it,
Or if the handwriting is by your mother and dad.
But something different has happened -
in vain before the battle
Someone hurried to give this letter to him.

First there was written:
"I am sorry for being silent,
I won’t wait for you." And that’s the whole sheet.
Only a postscript at the bottom:
"I am leaving for now.
Fight at ease, and do forgive me if you must."

With the first deadly blast
the youth screamed sadly:
"Mailman, what have you brought to me?
A minute before death,
in the triangular envelope
I received a severe bullet wound."

He came out of a trench
with a machine gun on his neck,
He feared no bullets or bombs.
And in the battle near Suroya
he embraced the ground,
As the wind blew the torn letter away.