The script is on the stage performing the last scene
While everyone from the village is sitting in their seats
Seeing silently how time can abandon this theatre
Flames of war have dirtied her tears
Who is asking for candies in the wind
In the first scene in beginning this story, dust has already covered the sunlight -biang- (1)
Fear has been carved on the children's faces
The wheat fields have already fallen in the direction the combat tank has passed
The shape of the dandelion is dispersing
It is flying hopelessly
She only sings, only thinks
This song of stopping the casualties of war
Light a candle in the fierce night
Stop the mess of the war when the day breaks
Song of the casualty is passed down a thousand miles
Homeland is empty and hungry
Being naive on this road falling and bumping around
She is grazed by awn grass
What is the shape of hope in the children's eyes
Is it waking up and having bread for breakfast then drinking a bowl of hot soup
The farmer finally picks up his gun because of the destroyed land and village
But she slowly gets used to giving up defense
What is the shape of hope in the children's eyes
Is it being able to play on the swings in the yard and having candies in their pockets?
The light from the bayonet is sharpened by revenge being barbaric in a distance
But she just smiles and doesn't know how to fluster Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
