I saw the blood, I saw the death
Grim reaper ran through my face.
I saw two groups, one against the other
When the men in front of you is only soldier, not a father.
So it's easier to shoot him and take his life away.
You don't think about tomorrow, you think about today.
You don't think about the winning, you think about to
survive,
You must kill him if you want to be alive...

They walk in long lines, with goal to destroy
Everyone stays although no one enjoys.
In the night you pray while cleaning the blood,
And I'm asking myself: "where the hall is god?"

I'm coming back from the battlefield,
Without any pride of what i did.
Put my uniform off and take a shower,
As trying to wash the memories, be unaware...
Don't want to know about this other world,
I want to live where there is love, not blood.
You should be glad with what you have,
And not trying to prove you are brave.

I want to make this subject clear-
I'm not a hero, I'm just a failure.