Bullets blaze from angry sticks
Aimed at brothers and sisters far;
Violence and humanity does not mix
When will the mythological peace fall?
Dear world with your needs and wishes
Can we not dream about stopping the ball?
Until the day when we look past flaws and glitches
When will the glorious peace fall?
And the rain clouds lifted from above our heads
And we finally answer the end of nature's call;
When no longer do we want our enemies dead
When finally, the spectacular peace will fall.
For this is the time I pray;
When we see rejoicing days.