THE GRAS IS GREEN AND THE SKY IS BLUE
THE BIRDS ARE SINGING IN THE AIR
CANT YOU HEAR THE WATER
CRASHING AT THE COAST OF OUR LAND
BLOOD IS THE PRIZE
THE PRIZE OF THIS LIFE IN THAT LAND
I SEE CHILDREN WITH
GUNS IN THEIR HAND
I SEE MOTHERS CRYING
ALONE
AND DEEP IN MY HEART
I PRAY FOR THE END
IN THE MEANWHILE I
THROW THE NEXT STONE
IN THE MEANWHILE I THROW THE NEXT STONE
MY FRIENDS AND I WERE DESPERATE PEOPLE
WERE SEARCHING FOR FREEDOM WITH OUR GUNS
ONE BULLET OF MINE HAS FOUND IST WAY
AND I HEARD THE LAST SCREAM OF A MAN
BLOOD IS THE PRIZE
50% OF ALL OF MY BEST FRIENDS WERE KILLED IN THAT WAR
AND I DONT KNOW HOW MANY I KILLED BY MYSELF