Текст песни Dagara project - Родом из войны

Close window - wind,
Do not stop knocking and howl.
We betray our children,
About which we have forgotten.
Cruelty and deceptive genes
And really - who is to blame?
They will paint rough walls,
And all their threats - these are our words.
And until I closed my eyes,
I want to ask you to tell
About one good tool,
How to forget all my nightmares,
I said we come from a wonderful country
Under the title "Childhood" ...
But I come from the war!

Chorus:
I learned how to hold a gun,
I learned to shoot at children,
Consciousness broken my
He does not understand a hundredth of all the losses.
I learned to play with people,
Without leaving their homes,
I learned to see the world
And to see the middle of the cross.

 
Close your eyes and listen
The heartbeat of a new day.
Their depraved soul
They want no heat, and live fire.
They also learned something,
But they could not, could not teach,
Their eyes are sky color and dust,
But they as well as we want to live.