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Piece of stone

A piece of stone has hit on every temples

Suddenly we touched the trigger of the gun

Death took , and intellect died again

And all our memories became dependent on the war

They decided to destroy our houses

The bell rand every time we arrived at school

Death took , and intellect died again

And all our memories became dependent on the war

I don’t know why i can’t understand it that

why they finished the war too late !

Another generation went to fight and never came back

It went , it went and never came back

I am the last martyr of this tribe

The tribe that is poor

The tribe that a lot of its matyrs

don’t have any grave ( when they were killed in the war their dead bodies were never found )

Someone tell me where we are !

How to pay the atonement for war ?!

Why don’t we have life yet?

Someone tell me what we get !

How did we become martyrs but we are still breathing ?

We have no good day in our lives !

I don’t know why i can’t understand it that

why they finished the war too late !

Another generation went to fight and never came back

Went , went and never came back