Slowly nears the night
Silence fills the air
The afterglow of the fading day - Twinkles in magic light
The weapons are silent now
Ours is the victory
The darkness of night – Covers the sight of the fallen on the battlefield
Far from the distance we hear a sound
The cathedral bells announce a glorious day
Finally we cross the town
The virgin at our side
The battle is won – Joy everywhere – We see an elated crowd
But still there’s something, decreasing her joy and hurting her heart
Her only thought is «Why?»
Inwardly torn – She implores the saints with tears in her eyes // Asking for the reasons «Why?»
