I picked up the chronicle
I read about the debacle
And the victory of your attack

The story in the herald said
Some were wounded, some were dead
Then I saw you won't be coming back

And it makes me so sad
It makes me so sad
To see all the names in gold
Up there, on the honour roll

After your sacrifice
There will be better life
When I think of what you could’ve had
It makes me so sad

Wе read about it all the time
Ambush, gunshot wounds, landminеs
And often, it's nobody that we've known

But when I hear that friends of mine
Are dead or crippled or left blind
It brings a story all that nearer home

And it makes me so sad
It makes me so sad
To see all the names in gold
Up there, on the honour roll

After your sacrifice
There will be better life
When I think of what you could’ve had
It makes me so sad