Ayeyarok'þ/songs





A soldier's farwell
I look to my homeland with tired eyes tlaatlḍamüǧüř'br vw äⱬ p

[OSV homeland abs allative sup I erg l-aorist present eyes tired instrumental]

The hills and feilds take the breath from my mouth.

The war-frever comes inside me

I must give farwell to my wife

I must give farwell to my clan

I must give farwell to my homeland

The Emperor calls me to arms

so I must do my duty for his words are the truth

oh my folk think of me

the days run from me

The ships are leaving the harbour

The planes are leaving the airfeilds

The trains are leaving the stations

In the deep black of space, the stars shine

The star's shine upon the soldiers

in the deep black of space, the stars shine

the stars shine upon the soldiers

May I have to tackle, mountains, steppe, jungle, desert or taiga.

I must not forgot my farwell to my fatherland