In the clumsiness and intoxication of beer and wine
Between the flags and borders
I stood small and weak
And felt the eyes burning on my skin
These young eyes full of suffering and pain
Stunned, asking
Eager to see so much yet
Died in agony without knowing
The small body torn
A life flows into the gutter
Seconds became hours
And still this gaze
Which I didn't manage to flee
This child is just another victim of murder
Here and there
Yesterday or tomorrow or now
Save me from evil
We stood before the gates of the golden city
We saw the cannons and shot them down
We plunged through the gates, drooling and blind
Shot dead tired men, all women and every child
We sneaked into the village, in the morning, when everyone was still asleep
We wanted to occupy it, but then everything went wrong
One shot first, then everyone together
What was left was bones and burnt land
I'm done with the myth of the hero
My hands won't touch weapons anymore
I desert, stand behind all the victims
I won't march for any state anymore
Soldiers are murderers and I'm one of them
I have to puke, it doesn't leave me be
I am a little boy, the victims of violence
I want to atone for it and keep myself readied