Blood, blood on our hands
Will never ends
Until we breath
It’s breathing lives
Judge or thief
In what we believe
No matter for
Cause we are the war
Old man or kid
To kill or to feed
From morning to night
It lives inside
Inside our hate
Inside our love
World is a seed
And we are the dove
War, war never changes
Even if we throwing away sword
Fists, just like beasts
Burning our eyes
War never changes
War never changes
© Copyright: Игорь Баданов, 2011
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