you are young and strong you think that the world lays down at your feet at all but just a moment and you bleed in the middle of the street and it does not matter anymore what you’ve wanted and dreamed about
all is decided for you by those for whom color of flags is more important than your lives they closed your eyes
they play in politics think they are rescuing the world but actually they are the killers and their words and hands are in blood their faith - another lies world on a barrel of dynamite from which young people die