A hero whose name is unknown

   The blood of your enemies, friends, and brothers has been shed!

   The enemy was defeated,

   Their feats will be remembered forever by their children!

   The soldier came back an old man,

   Even though he was badly injured, he was still alive!

   The prophet may have been mistaken then.

    04

   A boy stood in the field and watched,

   He looked at the fluttering of the corn,

   He looked at the wind blowing through his coat,

   At the trees that swayed so wonderfully in the distance.

   And the grandfather comes up to the boy and asks:

    "What wondrous wonder are you looking at?

    How far away are you looking?"

   The boy answers him:

    "I look at the beauty of my uncle,

    The one that won't be written in any book,

    The one that can't be described!"

   The old man looked into the distance

   He smiled at the boy:

    "Beautiful, very much so,

    Just a pity that for the sake of the radiance of the eyes,

    People fall, burrowing into the ground,

    For you, baby, for the kids…"

   The boy looked at his uncle, who was crying,

   Crying, something he hadn't noticed for so many years,

   What was their platoon fighting for?

   I cried because I didn't see it

   No joy, no sunset, no dawn,

   But only war, and the clouds are terrible,

   Filled the entire sky, the blackness.

   And the boy grew up, and he will never forget,

   A feat accomplished by this uncle!

    05

    "The winged warlord!

   The winged voivode you are the sparkle of my wheels

    Winged voivode, you are the shield of family dreams!"

   Such songs were composed about him,

   No one knew his name,

   But everyone knew his immortal feat!

   And this feat will never be forgotten…