Pozdrav z fronty [English translation]

It's beautiful evening, so I am starting to write

and wine gave me courage.

God is witness to me, that I liked you

- He used to be back then.

All of your letters I read thousand times,

in them was written, how I sleep in your lap.

But with my last free day world,

in which I will never leave you, is shattered.

Than next to the train you - strange woman! Sorry,

that I lied to you.

I still hear you moan with desire....

That picture of you I teared up.

I will never walk that path to you.

I know, I am now here and you are there.

Next to the hole in the ground I ask myself,

and I reply to myself....

...why you stayed next to the train and

smiled to me,

you and my mum, older strange lady.

Nursery room? Laughable! I will dine

in quiet.

Conversations are hard, after all my soul

is empty.

Memories about anything just hurt.

Lost key... I want to be gone!

I want to be back, not to be lost here.

Battlefield tempt me back, home for a soldier.

When land is broken by kiss from cannon

and whistling is in the air,

heretic is writing to you, he who wanted to go to hell

for colourful ribbons.

For this moment I cannot lie and run

like a little boy.

Let someone else knock on your door - I am called

by sound of a bugle.

When they hoot for fight, it isn’t

worth it. Hatred and love - around land is cracking.

Flames are happy, when they play with us.

Than is just quiet and we hopefully can go

everybody in their hole in ground without God and believe.

From little soldiers are boars!

So be fine and wish for something,

before sky falls on you and life will end.

So I am sending greetings from battlefield. Fire

stopped heating. Wine is strong and warm

loopholes will take in with love when I will go for sleep.

• Artist:Daniel Landa
• Album:Pozdrav z fronty