Hundreds for Thousands

Rushing into the battlefield with all the might, No turning back, fighting for what is right. For the country, for the motherland, Those hundreds for thousands, with rifles in their hand. They have nothing, but memories of their loved ones, All for their dearest motherland. When we sleep in cozy beds, They sleep on cold-stricken ground When we eat heartily, they would rather go hungry. They are an integral part of our society, They are offering their lives for us. What do we give them in return? Nothing they have but their most valuable lives, To offer to their dearest Nation. We stand here alive, Because they are fighting for our lives. How breath is necessary for man, Soldiers necessary for a nation. They rush into the battle field with all their might, With their heart burning bright with untainted light. They leave their house when they are a youth, To fight in the front, North or South. All for their Motherland, all for their nation, All for something precious than their lives. They are like a huge, resilient and great wall, Through which no enemy would pass. They burn themselves like a candle, To give their light so bright to others. In a battle or in a plague-stricken city, No matter how ferocious and gory, they are in front. There is no love without sacrifice, They love their nation, they sacrifice their lives. Their lives they offer, for they know, That their nation is exquisite than their lives. A big salute to those soldiers of truth, Those Hundreds for Thousands in the field of War and Ire.