The war is a waste
The great from the most
Is laying in grave
The God is his host.
Scars staind on the ground,
Clouds hanging above
And soundless sea
Like a darkness below...
When battle is over
And victor's flag raised -
No hide and no cover -
Even Death looks amazed.
Blood oozing from corpses
Whose eyes at stars gazed.
Both lives and spears broken -
The war is a waste
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С английским есть нарекания, но это мелочи.
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