| Constantly, to be on a war footing and to be at war with someone,
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| must seems to people simply a war.
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| But wich war? |
| The war that people realized is a war,
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| because I don’t know if people can understand what’s war…
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| What is war, what is gore, what’s a dead man, a genocide?!
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| Bright jet-fighters, no heavy tanks, tanned flyers.
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| The dead man thanks for what you don’t believe to be a war,
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| but you don’t see that it’s a simple war.
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| I don’t make a distinction between a fighter or a tank but is clear
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| That the dead man says: Thanks for the present.
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| Vertical order from the bloody class of trade,
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| they say war! |
| and many innocent guys die
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| 'cause they have many plans, plots and fakes.
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| Masters that we will lock up!
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| What is war, what is gore, what’s a dead man, a genocide?!
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| Bright jet-fighters, no heavy tanks, tanned flyers.
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| The dead man thanks for what you don’t believe to be a war,
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| but you don’t see that it’s a simple war.
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| They want destruction, your life’s sacrificed.
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| They want supremacy, but if you give it you will die.
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| Their wars that don’t belong to us!
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| Their wars that we have never chosen! |