In the forest, in the snowAll those many years agoPale stones and epitaphsMourning bells and half-mast flagsIn the cemetary where they fellMany years agoAnd now it’s just a memoryEroded by the yearsForgotten heroes undergroundWrinkled faces gather roundPale stones and epitaphsRoses on a barbed wire fenceWinter landscapes never changeOh it must have been the sameIn the forest, in the snowAll those many years ago