I see the rotting corpses
Strewn across the battlefield,
Like leaves in the grass on an autumn day.
I hear the wounded’s cries
Echoing through the cold, shrill air,
Sirens through the night.


It seems such a long time ago I cared,
I made acquaintances with new and old
Until the horrible bombardment came
And they were all blown to pieces
Like fireworks on a night sky.

I see the rotting corpses
Strewn across the battlefield,
Like leaves in the grass on an autumn day.
I hear the wounded’s cries
Echoing through the cold, shrill air,
Sirens through the night.


I am young, only I have grown so old.
There is only so much a person can live through
Death and pain surround me constantly
And I am so old.

I see the rotting corpses
Strewn across the battlefield,
Like leaves in the grass on an autumn day.
I hear the wounded’s cries
Echoing through the cold, shrill air,
Sirens through the night.


I wonder sometimes
What if I were home
But it’s impossible
To escape this hell I’m in.

So I’ll just turn blind eyes to their suffering
And deaf ears to their cries.

I see, but don’t see, the rotting corpses
Strewn across the battlefield,
Like leaves in the grass on an autumn day.
I hear, but don’t hear, the wounded’s cries
Echoing through the cold, shrill air,
Sirens through the night.