THE DESERTER

There isn't a blade that can't cut
A wound that doesn't hurt
There isn't blood that can be washed away
A Wound that can heal

With my gun I build a crucifix
And I pray on my enemy's tomb
I build a kite with my banner
And I forget the war's lies !

There isn't a blade that can't cut
A wound that doesn't hurt
There isn't blood that can be washed away

I raise the columns of my temple
With the sacred books of every religion
Enemies of every race, look at my hands
Get down your weapon I'm the deserter !