With golden tears,
you make volcanoes stop
you suffocate eruption of naive passion
and bite the heart of a young soldier
that will fall down for your compassion.

From golden tears, Danube will grow,
that river of pain and false hope.
With a sad drop, a badge of honor
from the chest of hero falls down the slope.

A heavy rain pours from the divine heights,
falls on the soldier, all the way down.
With no trace of yearning, no dignity at all
- in your golden tears this man will drown.

© 2019 Aleksa Celap