In vain

And the blood was shed

On a road steep, flooded soul, human being

People, a hurt profound

When sun goes out by a river underground

A river that goes underneath

Human honour and dignity

Carrying the entire spawn

Of a human kind and humanity.

We are here

But we are also there

Oh, people, where, where

Are we heading?

Into hopelessness, damnation, death

We dig our own grave

Is man so stringent?

Because, besides us, also children are put in there

And the blood was shed

By a bullet of an own brother

People, is a hurt profound

And life is not loved these days around

To be made of the shiniest gold.

And the blood was shed

Now the sought salvation is even further profound

People, it hurts a lot

When a brother shoots a brother

Then he would shoot us all around