Walking to the graveyard
I know I'm not here
Nothing to think about
The flowers grew since last year

Look at the new families
They don't know a thing
Look at the fresh digged
The worms started eating

And the Prime Minister
Wipes the sweat off his palms
As he says proudly to the cameras
"They were all my sons"

The graves spread around
The croud grows bigger
He looks at his watch
He's getting eager

My eyes are suddenly wet
But you have no advice
The war goes on
Is there still room in Paradise?