It’s cold, the supplies were low and hope was lost.
Men standing at their post, while dying by frost.
The sight of thousands of tents stretching in the horizon.
I don’t think that the men can’t keep moving on.
Our brothers and comrades who fell in the war.
Everyone knows one death, means one more star.
We will keep waiting until reinforcements arrive.
They don’t decide for us. This is our life.