It´s a sad instrumental tune...war is always a sad thing
I´ve finally found the answer...after the war
They´re only children,
They can be our sons and daughters,
They go to a foreign country
To fight without knowing the reason.
They die far away from us
Calling their moms and dads,
While those who sent them there
Are comfortably sitting on their chairs
Far from the blood they made
These children shed.