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Sitted on his mother's blood,
blinded by the soldier's lamps,
not a sound, just a picture, like a bomb...
Brother, help me, dad is dead,
it's raining bomb, my house is burning.
Look around, mum is crying in her tomb.
« Talk me about a wonderful world »,
said the children of war.
Should I kill or should I die ?
Should I salute? It's not my war !
Where are you, god and the sun ?
Should I smile or should I cry ?
Tell me where's my other arm...
Where are you, god and your fucking bloody sun ?
« Talk me about a wonderful world »,
said the children of war.
Make me dream... a wonderful world...
sunny sky... pretty sun...
pretty flowers... singing birds !
Tell me, please, oh, tell me !
« Talk me about a wonderful world »,
said the children of war.
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