The drum of war thunders and thunders.
It calls: thrust iron into the living.
From every country
Slave after slave
Are thrown onto bayonet steel.
For the sake of what?
The earth shivers
Mankind is vapourised in a blood bath
Can get hold of Albania.
Human gangs bound in malice,
Blow after blow strikes the world
To pass without charge
Through the Bosporus.
Won’t have a rib intact.
And its soul will be pulled out.
And trampled down
Only for someone,
Their hands on
Crush the Earth – fissured and rough?
What is above the battles’ sky –
When will you stand to your full height,
Giving them your life?
When will you hurl a question to their faces:
Why are we fighting?
Translated: by Lika Galkina with Jasper Goss, 2005.