You were born to be weapon of mass destruction Brave or absurd - everyone will decide Going to the war because you must move on For the sake of her love, Thirst of glory or to make a lot of money Craving for cash or love for his country And have lost it all
Love passed through hell Fate is a moral reason Dead cell We haven’t died from within
I never trusted in the happy end But when I've heard about this This man without face and hand
She knows the taste of tears And forgotten her last fears
I’ve never believed That people have some sacred Our souls need to be retrieved From graves I've heard the heartbeat…