Not your war
Fight in the morning , Sun and smoke.
Not many know what the future will bring.
In the young mind what will be tomorrow?
Some will have hope and some fear and sorrow .
The branches of guelder rose bend under weight .
Mama, to whom did we prayed?
It will take how many more
Of your children, not your war?
Became parents daughters and sons,
They saw only those colourful dreams.
And kissed for years the hands of lies,
Gave away the days for the quiet nights.
The branches of guelder rose bend under weight .
Mama, to whom did we prayed?
It will take how many more
Of your children, not your war?!
It was so good there in previous years
There, where there are no sweat, nor tears.
It just didn't make any sense in the end-
I can't do it, can you, my friend?!
The branches of guelder rose bend under weight .
Mama, our prayer was a mistake!
It will take how many more
Of your children, not your war?
The branches of guelder rose bend under weight .
Mama, to whom did we prayed?
It will take how many more
Of your children, not your war?
It will take how many more
Of your children,
Or maybe already enough ?
I have a dream
live in a country where we are united
in which every child is happy, each family
in which I can be a human,
in which there is no war and hate
and we can safely go forward
and which I see the light and I don‘t see a weapon
in which I am proud of you and myself,
