Don't Shoot Me!

Don't Shoot me!*

Many years ago I met the solider

Didn't mean it- just was following the orders

Felt no glory, no pride, no faith, no honnor

Any more

I looked at the eyes of squat of fire

No desire, just cold confused & tired

Real fear you know

When you're not afraid any more

Just wanna go home

Djelem djelem

Lungo ne dro mesa

Maladilem shukare romenca

Kai sem devla chororo

Bahtalo!

Don't shoot me

Cause you never gonna sleep

Your country's not worth your tears

Rich man fears the wrath of terror

Poor man fears a war

Rich man's war is poor man terror

Terror's poor man's war