paroles de chanson
1915
bombs
were
flying
Occidnet
was
already
burning.
No
one
was
taking
care
about
the
shootings,
in
the
Caucasus
plain
I
see
the
crod
yelling.
From
all
this
now
I
only
see
crime,
crime,
blood,
rapes,
tears,
distress
an
misery.
For
a
while
yet
just
one
order
for
every
soldier:
Gun
the
Armenian
people
down...
Ararat
mountain
eyes
are
the
witness
of
our
pain
til'
the
end
of
time.
Genocide,
genocide
millions
of
corpses
for
a
piece
of
land
For
2 years
blood
ran
through
your
hands,
disgust,
cowardis
scorn,
hatred
swit
you
so
fine.
Victims
voices
of
my
past
sound
again
and
again
on
the
earth.
I
keep
in
mind
of
every
people
who
lost
millions
of
victims
in
the
darkness
and
to
you
lost
in
your
sorryful
world
I
tell:
The
death
there's
no
death,
just
a
lovely
trip
my
friend
to
another
land.
Hay
mer...
I'm
the
devil
hauting
your
country's
nightmares,
people
give
me
the
world
no
one
is
innocent,
that's
why
they
will
all
pay.
My
anger
is
a
poisened
gift,
I
spit
on
your
past,
spit
on
the
war.
I
keep
in
mind
of
every
people
who
lost
millions
of
victims
in
the
darkness
and
to
you
lost
in
your
sorrowful
world
I
tell:
The
death
there's
no
death.
Just
a
lovely
trip
my
friends
to
another
land.
To
another
land,
to
another
land
my
friends...
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