There’s few of them, millions of us; We are nothing to them in compare
We are obey trembling with fear; Just pawns we are in their play
They say pawns are various; But all of them will be overthrown
Patting on your shoulders; They think: “cannon fodders!”
Their eternal war, that last since forever Interlace with embraces
That will last forever; When one hand grips with shake
On the trigger another one rests
But there will be no shoot and there will be no peace
There’ll be pain and destruction of masses
Shining suit cannot be stained
But the ink can kill “thousands of man”
There are thousands of them, we stand alone
We are strange for all of them
We stand against, show them no fear
Don’t want to be a pawns in their game
You don’t want to believe it
You don’t want to hear it
But the war lasts forever
Whoever will win, “we will lose”
We don’t care about the differences
They will destroy us all anyway
Patting on your shoulders
They think: “cannon fodders!”
This consciousness terrifies us
The curse of understanding
Dark clouds are coming
Whoever will win, we will surely lose