A narrow blue way between our lands changes destiny
Countries act like children, to own their victory
Yet they had no parents to end their misery
To their loved ones, they once were the biggest treasures
How could one tell their story to their lovers?
We should be frightened by people, not thunder
Rivers from blood
Roads from corpses
At the end, there’s never really a winner
Life leaves the land
When death takes over
The sky will be brown for them forever
