a child is born
among guns and grenades
only soiled air to breathe
everything is cold, no hope at all
birth between corpses and skulls
there’s smoke and fire everywhere
blood and breath of death
a child is born
between ruins of structures
it’s alone – his mother is dead
it is crying...
a child is born
seein’ the daylight for only one minute
it is laughing about mankind
saying no and with a smile it is dying again...
oh no, no, with a smile I’m dying, I’m dying again...