And there he is; in his small armor The little warrior who has been sent to save us His feet are weak and yet he walks with flag of peace above him The little warrior is sick; he lost his blood, he lost his swing And people greet him when he is not even seen The warrior is walking through the hall He probably will die; there are no doctors in the world And tiny tears gather in his eyes He is the last and only soldier; who stayed alive and did not die Here comes the rain, washing all the blood and dirt away And warrior is walking, although it is so very late He threw away the weakening words and marched down the sticky road Road covered in other warriors of War The little warrior is hungry; he had not eaten in ten days And with his stomach growling and with his throat on flame He needs to walk just for a day and then it will finally be over But yet each step becomes much harder and the little heart is beating less and less You see the road with bodies on it Our warrior is dead; The smallest body with the flag of peace still waving above his head.