My own sadness
I saw the way how they died
In their beds full of anguish
Your hands are tied
Violent men have k**ed
People before
My eyes, no more!!!
Next to me rivers of blood
Flooding fields of this country
I mourn for this
Reality, crude rage
These are wounds in
My soul, no more!!!
Used up the nation's resources
These ones raping the others
Thousand bullets buzzing by
Ma**acred in battlefields
We're picking up from the ground
Human bones, ashes, bodies
Battlefields