Bless your body, your humble coffin
Bless your heart in Armageddon
Are they snowflakes or petals
Now slapping my face
With the wind – come and tell me

For my hands have no life
Touch and melt them
In the wind of this spring
Piercing
Cold
When the ruthlessly glorious sun
Pours all over this land seas of yellow
Lighting enemy towers on hills
Bright. Nice and friendly
Looks the land by the border today --

And a ladybug rocks on a daisy
In the minefield.