Good old times
Old, black-white photographs,
Show soldiers, smiling, proud.
First guns in their hands,
Then bullets in heads,
They died for their fatherland.
Not long ago, when war has reigned,
It poisoned the peoples' mind.
Turned love to hate,
Made people die,
They died for their fatherland.
We say "We learned", but we all know,
That we didn't learn at all.
Just look around, people die,
Day for day, they kill, they die,
They die for their fatherland.
No, I don't think those times have been good. Neither do I think that today is so much better.