War

Автор: Полин Ален


1) She has the most ugly face

The coldest touch, the hardest embrace

Her voice is the thunder of shooting,

Children’ cries and adults’ tear-poring

Her eyes are empty, burnt by fire

Crush and kill is her only desire

Thousand hundreds of corpses cover her road

Leaving dead silence coming out of her throat

Her name is war

And she comes to withdraw



Chorus: Withdraw husbands and sons

Bringing explosions and guns

Withdraw fathers from children

Bringing non-stop bell’ ringing

Why don’t you all, Misters Chief Commanders

Stop declaring this stubborn bloody orders?

Why when two of you can’t find compromise

These innocent people have to die for your miss?



2) Even if she happens to bring any peace

You won’t be able to forget of the casualties

She won’t let you sleep deep in the night

Making those memories flash stronger than bright

She won’t let you ever feel safe

Producing rebound of doubts in your faith

Her wounds and scars are never healed

Hopes and dreams of her victims (are) forever ruined

Her name is war

And she comes to withdraw…