Constantly, to be on a war footing and to be at war with someone,
must seems to people simply a war
But wich war? The war that people realized is a war,
because I don't know if people can understand what's war

What is war, what is gore, what's a dead man, a genocide!?
Bright jet-fighters, no heavy tanks, tanned flyers
The dead man thanks for what you don't believe to be a war,
but you don't see that it's a simple war

I don't make a distinction between a fighter or a tank but is clear
That the dead man says: "Thanks for the present"
Vertical order from the bloody class of trade,
they say "war!" and many innocent guys die
'cause they have many plans, plots and fakes
Masters that we will lock up!

What is war, what is gore, what's a dead man, a genocide!?
Bright jet-fighters, no heavy tanks, tanned flyers
The dead man thanks for what you don't believe to be a war,
but you don't see that it's a simple war

They want destruction, your life's sacrificed
They want supremacy, but if you give it you will die
Their wars that don't belong to us!
Their wars that we have never chosen!