Cay? the sickle and the hammer of hatred,
I lit the rage contained in the nation.
With flags and races is arm? the function,
of the fort that takes advantage of the occasion.
We cross our arms
they went to the shooting
they sowed the fields with the dead,
And today, from the pits the smell
from the ruins the rancor
and to men the pain.
For the life that fell ?,
for the girl I lost Shame to force.
The branches were not talking about peace
Europe never knew how to solve.
Only the eye for an eye fren? the aggression,
some only understand it that way.
We cross our arms
they went to the shooting
they sowed the fields with the dead,
And today, from the pits the smell
from the ruins the rancor
and to men the pain.
For the life that fell ?,
for the girl I lost Shame to force.
(Bis 2)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)