The truth is written by the winners. The war you've lost, the price you've paid Will only be the ashes on the battlefield.
(And) your decisions, all your elans Will be the wounds on the dead man's chest Your broken hands will never hold the weapons (To fight for justice)[x2]
You're the one amongst those who didn't survive. Shattered memories is that all you have. You thought you were the one to brake the rules. But you were just a slave like others With no ambitions, no purpose (so aimless).
Go
This is a cemetery of your ideals. Don't be so shy and choose a place you like the most. and choose place you like the most place you like the most
It was the war, the war you could not win. Come on, Come on, humble yourself. It was the war, the war you could not win. Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, humble Yourself
This will be the end of yours Coward is who you became Your ideals are now dead That’s what you have in the end[x2]
You wish you could have changed everything But it’s a life – not your dream Don’t regret about what you’ve done And don’t be a slave like others