War

I Couldn't Do It, I Cried Mother

My target was a human; the order to shot was given.

My hands trembled, I cried mother

I looked at my right, I looked at my left

My heart burned, I cried mother.

At midnight, at the peek of the mountain

Waiting in the trenches, under the moonlight

He became a target, and stood before me.

I turned away, I cried mother...

Across the road, he was close

As I can see, it was also someone young

Beneath a rock, he stood and walked

I looked back once in a while, I cried mother...

There must also be someone waiting for hs return

He must have a mother, father and a lover

Maybe, he has a home, a child

I couldn't shoot him, I cried mother...

He, like me, was a servant to orders.

It was clear his homeland, was the southeast

I don't know if he would of hit me

But I couldn't do it, I cried mother...