Post War
Luta Armada
Post War
The life goes on under the ruins
Covered with blood from the past days
From the memory comes the despair
Of had lived to see
People been buried under trenches
Children been killed into slaughters
Cities been destroyed by nuclear weapons
Smell of powder and burned blood
Post war
Civilizations constructed over the centuries
Buildings destroyed in few days
Scraps of food founded on the ground
Turns the most valuable treasure
It's not a fairy tale but the smooth reality
The misery rests side by side with the disillusion
People cursed for the rest of their lives
By the unemployment by the inequality
Post war
After the war, all we got is depression
Families trades the rest of their houses to the inner cities
Into the garbage you can remember the exchange of gunfire
After the war all we got is another war
Post war