Mike Youssefian

On the vast and green fields

There are white crosses alive

That guard young boys,

The brave victims of the wars.

We now shed tears

In the planet of the dead.

We cherish now and salute

The memory of them all.

Deep in the grave of the lost

Sleep hundred million dreams,

Million lovers and loved ones,

Are gone and left for us all

A green vast field,

With a silence and a breeze

And the music yet not born.