7 acessos
Groan! Do you hear their shouts and groans?
Here, here my house was burned
Here, in torments they waited for death
And died with the honor, with no mercy for them.
Their souls were trampled by black combat boots
And left decomposed among fields and in woods
Here their bones have been broken by tanks, butt in face
And the crosses on tanks mean God blessed their race
Groan! Do you hear their shouts and groans?
Since that a nightmare can't leave me alone
I see all this fear and slaughter, I hear pitiful cry
And butcher in soldier's clothes let all this people die.
Groan! Can't you hear the voice and the groan?
Screams of innocent victims blend in gloomy dark moan
It seems it's impossible even to try this to forget
The horror in children's eyes who were born alive but for death.