Children of War Fire, its hell everywhere Gray clouds and corpses’ diseases We cried, we run and tried to cease it Guns, bullets, tanks and soldiers Homes became cemeteries, joys turned into fears We just don’t get the world so clear Rockets rain, shower of flame Life is the bet for this kind of game We don’t know who is to blame Fathers are those who fight Awake and crawl every night But we children are who suffer in fright War has no heart nor face Were seeing troops falling…
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