Scalding tears of a soldier next to a dead friend
scalding tears on the face of the woman he loved
time after war seems to deliver sadness or just say madness.
It’s the party of the madness
it’s the party of the sadness
for me there ain’t no excuse for all it matters
so I write it down in letters
perhaps time will let forget us the hate and all the sadness.
No one knows what happened out in the fields
where hate and unexpected fears rule the world for a couple of years
you can’t believe your ears when you heard the men who didn’t disappear.
Do you believe in life
when you loose some of your best friends
by the seek of a bullet
in a war of horror
hope time gives me an answer
then the soldiers go home scalding tears at the end of madness.