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24.01.2018

That Winter

There's always a piano
A wild piano
Which freezes the heart
And brings a picture
From that winter
On that hell
 
There's always the memory
Of a bleeding look
Of a lost soldier
In beyond sea lands
For obligation
That mission
 
To fight the jungle without knowing why
and to feel the hell of killing someone
and the one who regressed
Keeps the feeling
That fought in an unfounded war
With no reason... With no reason...
 
There's always the word
The 'Nation' word
The chief bring and use
To hide the reason
Of their will
That true
 
And for them that winter
Will always be the same hell
Which nobody will forget
Having to kill and to die
To the taste of the wind
In that torment
 
I asked to the sky: will it always be like this?
Can the winter never have an end?
I don't know the answer
Only maybe remember
What someone that came back told... remember...
remember...
That Winter