I was alone and I was gone
on a crusade
Against the law, the power on
on the distant plains
And now it's done, enemies drowned
nothing remains
that women cry and children suffer
Is it so wicked?
One morning I was awaking
when the king shakes the hands
The battlefield, blood of cadavers
This is not worthy of prayers
Is it the perspective of a huge empire?
My home lays behind in a burning field
cause, finally I'm a target too
My home lays behind me in a field of dust
without any prayer, any thought that I can entrust
I'm just a shooting star
who cried powdered shiny tears
made of love and trust
in a proud lust
I remember when I was child
I hold a girl on my breast
and this day in the church, we kissed
for a long hour
This is blur and distant
in my poor heart of soldier
My home lays behind in a burning field
cause, finally I'm a target too
My home lays behind me in a field of rust
without any page of my diary, that today turned to dust
I'm just a shooting star
who cries powdered shiny tears
made of love and trust
in my proud lust
