I was alone and I was gone 
 on a [bad word] 
 Against the law, the power on 
 on the distant plains 
 And now it's done, enemies drowned 
 nothing remains 
 that women cry and children suffer 
 Is it so wicked? 

 One morning I was awaking 
 when the king shakes the hands 
 The battlefield, blood of cadavers 
 This is not worthy of prayers 
 Is it the perspective of a huge empire? 

 My home lays behind in a burning field 
 cause, finally I'm a target too 
 My home lays behind me in a field of dust 
 without any prayer, any thought that I can [bad word] 

 I'm just a shooting star 
 who cried powdered shiny tears 
 made of love and [bad word] 
 in a proud lust 

 I remember when I was child 
 I hold a girl on my breast 
 and this day in the church, we kissed 
 for a long hour 
 This is blur and distant 
 in my poor heart of soldier 

 My home lays behind in a burning field 
 cause, finally I'm a target too 
 My home lays behind me in a field [bad word] 
 without any page of my diary, that today turned to dust 

 I'm just a shooting star 
 who cries powdered shiny tears 
 made of love and [bad word] 
 in my proud lust