In memory of the dead Boys

Leaving for the war, he softly said:
“I am needed there, I must go ahead.”
Unfinished studies, love left far behind,
The front line held him, in a battle bind.
With a round in chamber, ready for the fight,
Eighteen years of age... his future shining bright.


Commanders, fathers, keep our boys from harm!
Every son and lover lives in someone’s arms!
But a paratrooper lives by laws so grand,
“No one but us!” — for victory they stand!


Eighty-third brigade, the brotherhood of air!
They know no mercy, here or anywhere.
Neither to themselves, nor to the enemy,
He stood for truth, for his country’s destiny.
With the call sign “Hacker,” simple and so brave,
In that final battle, everything he gave.


Commanders, fathers, keep our boys from harm!
Every son and lover lives in someone’s arms!
But a paratrooper lives by laws so grand,
“No one but us!” — for victory they stand!


Once he was like me, dreaming of the sky,
Loved this world so much, though too young to die.
Now from family albums, photos on the wall,
Smiling at his sister, at his mother... at us all.


Commanders, fathers, keep our boys from harm!
Every son and lover lives in someone’s arms!
But a paratrooper lives by laws so grand,
“No one but us!” — for victory they stand!