A plane is flying invisibly high
Over the stillness of neutral waters,
And its flight is intimidating
by the hour:
Wind is fluttering
In the borderland taking off the gun-covers,
And social mind is tacking by the second,
there's going to be thunderstorm tonight!
We've become adults quite recently -
we used to play at war
next to these walls.
But today, by the General's order,
Carthage must be
destroyed!
See you in paradise someday,
Beyond pain, or evil, or casualties, or blizzards,
Then, we'll forget that we've fallen in action
in different camps...
The General all in is staring at
A toy screen gone out,
And his game is intimidating
by the hour:
Fall bridgeheads one by one,
Be cities buried under ash and pumice,
But our males' ridge
will press the enemy even more forcefully!
We've become adults quite recently -
we used to play at war
next to these walls.
But today, by the General's order,
Carthage must be
destroyed!
See you in paradise someday,
Beyond pain, or evil, or casualties, or blizzards,
Then, we'll forget that we've fallen in action
in different camps...
It dawns, and that'll be the outset of a new era,
More storm-troops will go in to the attack...
Oh, if only that battering isn't
all for nothing!..