Games Of Joy, Games Of War!

I watch the children playing
With the innocence stamped on their faces...
Laughter and happiness
And our future
If there is!
Pure soul, convicted heart
Meanwhile the leaders
Play with the destiny of the planet
Children and their games of joy
Men and their games of war.
Poor children
They live in a world ruled by maniacs
Tyrants, insane, demented...
They want war, blood, and your soul!
They lie, for a false freedom.
They lie, for a false justice.

They want to dominate
For the gold of the nations
For the blazing flags
For the power

Black soul, rotten heart.
Wickedness and madness stamped on their faces
Poor children, unknown destiny.
Children and their games of joy
Men and their games of war.
Screams and cries for peace
Choked by the sounds of battle
Will the children have any chance?
Or they will live under ruins
With smell of gunpowder and blood in their hands
So much songs were made already
It seems useless

The conflicts go on around the world
As a dance of death
A show of intolerance
But there's a need to speak
A need to scream
A need to stop
For our children
Children and their games of joy
Men and their games of war.