14th June

- I'll write to you, - said Thomas quietly and kissed her forehead.
"You won't. You'll die", - thought Sophie, but answered: - Go ahead.

- If I could, love, - sighed Sophie. - I would've come with you.
- We, heroes, die alone, - he smiled kindly. - You know that, love. Adieu.

It was so cold that day, only their arms were warm.
- Take care, dear.
She blinked... and he was gone.



It took a century for me to come back home,
And only second for the world to turn in monochrome.

- Oh, Sophie! - wailed our kind proprietress frau Sue.
- My poor, poor Thomas! He'll die without you!

Your yellow tulips died the next day you've been gone.
Thomas, you won't come back. But you're not alone.



You can't imagine, Sophie - and thank you, dear Lord! -
How terrible and lonely is abroad.

Forgive me, love. I do not think we'll win.
But I'll remember, Sophie, your eyes, your lips, your skin.

We're in the fields now. It all looks like a cuss.
They're killing tulips, Sophie. They are killing us.



Where are your letters, Thomas, where are they?
I'm waiting humbly for a postman every day,

But he keeps saying "Nothing for you, Miss".
If only I could be there, Thomas. Hug you or kiss.

Forgive me, love, there's nothing I can do.
I beg you - stay alive.
Adieu.



You can't imagine, Sophie... But you will soon.
I'm coming back today, on 14th June.

There's nothing in the world, my love, like home.
I bought you tulips, Sophie, and pretty silver comb.

- Oh, Thomas! - wailed our kind proprietress frau Sue.
- My poor, poor Sophie! She died without you!