You the mothers who sent your sons
Wipe away your tears
For those who fought and those who
fell
Become our sons as well.
You the warriors with your words
Throw away your
spears
You talk of times of peace for all
And then prepare for war.
All the people with
dreams, all mothers with sons
All people with dreams never woken at night by the sound of
guns.
Like a child that's born on a moonless night
Like a child that's born, we parachute
down to an unknown fight.
This city of blossom and blood
This city suffered more than
it should
These sidewalk silhouettes not washed away, not washed away.
