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Sister and Brother

Once there were Sister and Brother:
Wealth and Poverty.
He indulged in a thousand pleasures,
She barely had dry bread.
She barely had dry bread.
 
The sister went with the brother
For about a hundred years.
He didn't care when she cried
Nor when she sang about her suffering.
 
He cursed and kicked her.
He hit her in her gentle face.
She fell on the ground and pleaded:
'Won't you save me, oh God?'
'Won't you save me, oh God?'
 
How may this song end?
It's a sad song.
I don't want to hear it anymore,
If nothing happens for the sister.
If nothing happens for the sister.
 
This is the end of the song
About wealth and poverty:
On a beautiful morning,
She beat her brother to death.
She beat her brother to death.
 

I am a soldier

In the clumsiness and intoxication of beer and wine
Between the flags and borders
I stood small and weak
And felt the eyes burning on my skin
 
These young eyes full of suffering and pain
Stunned, asking
Eager to see so much yet
Died in agony without knowing
 
The small body torn
A life flows into the gutter
Seconds became hours
And still this gaze
Which I didn't manage to flee
 
This child is just another victim of murder
Here and there
Yesterday or tomorrow or now
Save me from evil
 
We stood before the gates of the golden city
We saw the cannons and shot them down
We plunged through the gates, drooling and blind
Shot dead tired men, all women and every child
 
We sneaked into the village, in the morning, when everyone was still asleep
We wanted to occupy it, but then everything went wrong
One shot first, then everyone together
What was left was bones and burnt land
 
I'm done with the myth of the hero
My hands won't touch weapons anymore
I desert, stand behind all the victims
I won't march for any state anymore
 
Soldiers are murderers and I'm one of them
I have to puke, it doesn't leave me be
I am a little boy, the victims of violence
I want to atone for it and keep myself readied