If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one, Drying in the colour of the evening sun. Tomorrowґs rain will wash the stains away, But something in our minds will always stay. Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetimers argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could. For all those born beneath an angry star, Lest we forget how fragile we are.
There's no such thing as a winnable war, It's a lie we don't believe anymore. Mr. Reagan says we will protect you. I don't subscribe to this point of view. Believe me when I say to you I hope the russians love their children too.