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Hidden in your hole

You are waiting for death

The sound of bombs

Still reason in your head

When comes a new attack

First whistles

Then the roar of bombs

And then, it's chaos around you

What's this country - Far from home

It's madness that it faces

You hear the lamentations of soldiers

An arm ripped the guts away

Tell yourself that you're already dead

And everything will become easier

What's this country - Far from home

It's madness that it faces

But what are we doing here ?

Why inflicting such suffering ?

I want to be near mine

But everything around me is only hatred and destruction