It seems like the last fighter is falling in this fight –
The fighter for the peace and for the light.
He doesn’t feel no more that strong.
In this fight he was left alone.
He is climbing to the picks with blisters on his knees.
His throat got sore from screaming for forgiveness.
Oh, fighter, don’t you know that icing hearts can’t feel this?
Oh, fighter, don’t you know that all your soldiers fell?
They lost the hope that you are still keeping,
They sold the trust that you can’t sell.
Oh, fighter I can see your soul is bleeding.
But, please, don’t let it go to hell.
Because there is someone somewhere
Still does believe the truth is all above
And every evening, sitting on the chair,
He reads the poems about dreams and love.
He looks at blue sky in the picture
And that is making him believe:
“This world is wonderful creature”.
Oh, fighter, no, you can’t leave!
Because one poet wrote love poems,
Because one artist drew blue sky.
You are wounded, but you are not hopeless –
That’s why you need to fight, that’s why…
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