They longed for peace but were driven to war...

The war. The fight. Cross fire. They die.
Their weapon is strength.
All they have is their Will.
They leave their homes
To protect those who live.

The war. The fight. Cross fire. They die.
They leave their parents,
Their beloved stay alone,
But the light in their eyes
Shows- they long on hope.

The war. The fight. Cross fire. They die.
There are tears and losses
There are shots and groans.
But they go till the end
Yet they can’t simply fall!

The war. The fight. Cross fire. They die.
They die for the truth,
For their rights and beliefs.
They want to deliver
Their country from tears!

The war is over. The fire has stopped.
They die no more. 
They return their homes. 
Their national unity
Helped them go on.

…They came to Berlin
With triumph and honor.
As the winners, as heroes, 
As the makers of peace
Who saved peoples from sorrow…

Their courageous feat
We should never forget!
Eternal glory to those men
Whose lives was the price
Our country had paid…