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I am lying on the ground
Of the bloody no-man's-land.
There are dead bodies around.
I'm scared of what's going on.
I've done nothing in my life.
I have just met my poor wife
And all I got is that knife
Stuck in my arm. Bloody hell!
I can't remember my side.
I need to go for a ride.
To breathe, even if I tried,
Was quite too hard and I cried.
I really need to move fast.
I have to leave the dark past
'cause I want to be the last
Of the soldiers. Bloody hell!
Perhaps you sleep peacefully.
Perhaps life makes you crazy.
Perhaps you want to see me
Or you try to forget me.
The mud on my face is dry.
I'm thinking of you and cry.
What if all you did was lie
To me 'bout love? Bloody hell!
Now I can't trust anyone.
I'm going back to the town.
In the crowd I feel alone.
I've got nothing, just a coin.
I have to learn how to smile,
To put memories on file,
For a new job to apply.
Start a new life. Bloody hell!
But we can't find humankind any more
In battlefields, cities. That's our weakness.
But we can't find someone's kind any more.
It's the end of fairy tales with princess.
But we can't find humankind any more.
Of what we have become I am not glad
But we can't find someone's kind any more.
And believe me, that is so fucking bad.
But we can't find humankind any more.
Yes we can't find someone's kind any more.