I was a young boy I lived in a farm The lord of this land Suddenly raised troops for the war Leaving my home It's leaving my life Blood of the men God knows how red it can be Death was my good fellow for many years Now that I'm going back home I melt into tears Here is my place Is there anyone To welcome me I'm the old forgotten soldier Old people are gone And the young is too young They laugh at me Stranger in my own birth land Death was my good fellow for many years Now that I'm going back home I melt into tears I pick up some rice Add some wood on fire Boil some water A sparrow is my only friend