Stretched out, drowned in dust,
A child stares into nothingness,
The damp forehead surrounded by a turban,
He says that God is great -and
On his back, wet with sweat,
We can see that he didn't have time
To understand where the pain was coming from
Which is breaking his eardrums
Little man who died in combat,
Who could have guided his steps?
Drunk with prayers
Rhythmed by the death knell
Little man who died in combat,
What God could have wanted this?
Who can be proud
Of so much damage
And within me, the vice is tightening,
When I see these children parade
Blinded by men with perverse wishes,
With delirious anthems
Beyond all borders,
It must be said to every nascent spirit
That no cause will ever be worth
The death of an innocent man
Little man who died in combat,
What God could have wanted to That?
Who can be proud
Of so much damage
In front of these fires
Of Hate,
Of Earth,
De Sang -ang -ang,
I hope a little
Still,
Oh! that Man understands
Let the child not know what he is consenting to!
Little man who died in combat,
Who could have guided your steps?
Drunk with prayer res
Rhythmed by the death knell
Little man died in battle,
What God could have wanted this?
Who can be proud
Of so many dà ©damage!

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