I am son of war, always ready to fight.

We gotta move

War live, in the front pages of newspapers.
War for breakfast, during lunch breaks.
War from morning to evening, seven days a week.

That was my will.
Samurai road through the battlefield.
Having drawn the sword, none of us is eternal.

He was poor and blind in spirit.
I saw the light, it went out.
Evil demon, lord of the flies, leave us ...
Be the same beast, only without a tail.
I started, remembering myself, but not holding a post, got up and fell again.