Who remembers you
old soldier
apart from your loved ones?
Which country weeps for you
as you pour your bloods
and sweats in the foreign land?
Them who you serve their interest
who are they?
who when you're afar dying
your homes burn at your backs?
Don't feel lonely and fearful
in the foreign land
for we who understands you?
are ever with you in spirit
So why weep with your
tears drying back to your stomachs?
Who mourns for you
our dears soldiers?
who remember your names?
apart from your loved ones?
which country cry for your
livelihood?
as the outlaws take your lives?
them who you serve their interest
do bother less of your darkened soul
as they let your blood stain
the foreign lands in vain
Who knows what you're yearning
with heavy weaponry on your back
old soldier?
which country honors you or your death?
them who you serve their interests
are aware not of your sacrifices
to keep them safe!
who remembers your patriotism
as you die every minute
and live every second?
for your life that is no longer yours?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great...devotion is the word...