One way, without finding a goal One way, without finding a goal
Faith, without ever believing
Understanding, without ever asking
Failure, without ever starting.
The war that I saw,
the suffering without any blood,
was not with weapons
was just our thoughts.
The attacks on two, three, more sides,
drew their paths.
The song that I hear in my heart,
the pain that I see,
the conversations that can be heard,
the doors which were never open.
Confused and with no line, no path.
To believe what everyone would have thought
to understand, what everyone would have understood,
to do what everyone would ha
Sticking here in the grassI was involved in so many wars, I even do not know which was the first one. It was only a trust which kept me on my way. Now I lie here, without any ammo and any weapon. War is a mess. I know it, I live it. Why going this way? I do not even know. It was a surveillance, only a pack of destiny. To go one step after another is nothing, but maybe too much.
I see, there is a friend. Running up to me. He wants to help me. I want to help me. But how? Sticking here in the grass. One shot was already enough.
General!? Corporal!? Sergeant!? Private!? Only a path to fame and honor. But also my way. Now jumping up with the help of my unknown friend. In war everyone is unknown, also your best friend and your greatest enemy. There is no rule. Sticking here in the grass. One shot is already enough.
Now let us stop this mess. Let us get our weapons. Push the ammo and start. Let us do another little shot, to stop another! Let us do it. Let us do it now and stop on this way our war!