I heard the news down there in my foxhole
Something hurt me deep inside forever
I wonder if the dead can now walk free
Will the suffer dissappear like nothing
The smoke of burning cities is on the skies
The radio is playing music for the people
Graveyards for the heroes are so cheap
In the stations, flags don't move forever
The war is over. is over
The war is over. is over
Brother, the war is over. is over
Brother, the war is over. is over
Brother, the war is over
The final wind of thousand dead is raging against the liers
We are proud, we are loud but the end is coming higher
There's no escape and there is pain and nothing can stop my crying
I'm no one, an infantry man, a piece in the desire