Little boys

Remember the little boys
Playing fighting games
Remember the voice
And the Father's voice said:
"Your life is just for peace
Never let them interfere
Take everything and try to seize
And do not ever fear".

They were right there
Running in the fields
They were right there
Playing with the wooden swords and shields

Look at them now
Handsome tough guys
Still wondering how
Could they take their Dad's advice.
The Father's been killed
Life's turned to be not so fair
Guns took place of wooden shields
But who could really care.

They were right there
Standing in the crowd
They were right there
Fighting with the ghosts around

See those young men
Proud but never free
Alone in the cold rain
Wearing masks and carrying guns…
How could it be?
They are not boys
They do not play fighting games
But in their dreams they hear the voice
But don't believe what Father says.
"Your life is just for peace
Never let them interfere
Take everything and try to seize
And do not ever fear".

They were right there
Lying in the shallow graves
They were right there
Going home away from politicians' games