In death of my father
I do not remember now
In the name of what kind of freedom
Your agendas I wanted to fight
Although today I know
The law which opposed each other
But later I knew
That not of iron
was made your heart!
And how many fairy tales,
I still had to tell you
But you seemed to be eternal!
Play in the heavens
Trumpet of silence
In honor
Of that sergeant
Who is no longer here, among us!
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