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Generale

General from the transitor
I hear it shouting 'order, strictness!'
But you know that where you're sitting
Nobody asks for help, and there's not a single mine
And generals polish their medals
And their blood is as cold as reptile's
But I'm the one who crawls between scrubs
And looks up-close at how bullets fly
And behind the hill, I wish you knew
It's so cold that you'd freeze
And there's a rifle shots
guys's screams, days that have been lost
and shattered glass music
Peasant, you wouldn't give me this dance
I have a uniform different from your brothers',
that have already been gone for a year, and that won't come back
Different's the flag and the same are the burdens
And those who say that I hate you, what do they know?
What do they even know?
 
And the most terrible thing about war
Is that it's wonderful even if millions die
With dads a seven metres underground
And with sons make songs about them
 
General, it's been so long
But when I think back to it I still cry
I still have that taste of burning in my mouth
I remember friends with their faces down in mud
And a train that left full but returned empty
In the mornings I shiver when I sleep little
I dream of a black sky from which rains fire
And barbed wire that slowly wraps me
And blocks me, tears me apart, goes in my mouth,
chokes me, the air's toxic
Like when a bomb fell to the ground and I waited for the next one
and the next one, and the next one, and the next one
And a dull peasant
waits by the door like a little girl
for a brother that left early in the morning and headed to the hill
And behind the hill a trasitor crackled
On a day in April
But I had already tossed the rifle
I had already tossed the rifle
 


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