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Dedicated to Kurt Vonnegut
"You'll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you'll be played
in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those
other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just
wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them. And they'll be fought by
babies like the babies upstairs."
Kurt Vonnegut "Slaughterhouse - Five or The Children's Crusade"

Favourite toys turn people to trash
Don't know if I see tomorrow
Fire and lead devour my flesh
Wild fear drowns my sorrow

Fog of death eclipses the morning sun
Screams and cries - that's music of war
Rush for tomorrow try to live one more day
Or your body is taken home
... in a wooden box

Long time ago we had different way
You could decide what to die for
With a sword in your hand and your homeland to save
Man, not breakfast for shells

We see the morning sun
And we know that life is fun
We don't want
To die
We are tired
Of lies
We just want to live in peace
These "wars of deliverance"
Like a gold mine that never ends
We don't want
To fight
For somebody's
False pride
Treat us just - we're also people

Children's crusade...
Crusade...
I see through the clouds - a faint ray of hope
I know after storm sun will shine
And darkness will have to retreat
Dark...
Dedicated to Kurt Vonnegut  "You'll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you'll be played  in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those  other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just  wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them. And they'll be fought by  babies like the babies upstairs."  Kurt Vonnegut "Slaughterhouse - Five or The Children's Crusade"    Favourite toys turn people to trash  Don't know if I see tomorrow  Fire and lead devour my flesh  Wild fear drowns my sorrow    Fog of death eclipses the morning sun  Screams and cries - that's music of war  Rush for tomorrow try to live one more day  Or your body is taken home  ... in a wooden box    Long time ago we had different way  You could decide what to die for  With a sword in your hand and your homeland to save  Man, not breakfast for shells    We see the morning sun  And we know that life is fun  We don't want  To die  We are tired  Of lies  We just want to live in peace  These "wars of deliverance"  Like a gold mine that never ends  We don't want  To fight  For somebody's  False pride  Treat us just - we're also people    Children's crusade...  Crusade...  I see through the clouds - a faint ray of hope  I know after storm sun will shine  And darkness will have to retreat  Dark...