I did not betray the white flag,
Stunned enemies shout,
You passed the night routes,
We are with you - one at the shaft.
Yes, night way, Deathly,
We parted and again reduced,
And again, we to you, Russia,
Dobreli from a foreign land.
The Cross and the mound mass grave,
That's where you are now, silence!
Only a nagging song a soldier
From a distance, rushing wave.
A near - all empty and dumb,
The sleep of death - enemies and friends.
And burns star of Bethlehem
so bright, like my love.
3 December 1914
