After The Bomb

The biggest war has ended
The smoke gets away
The sun is coming up
To salute the horrible day.

An endless battlefield
Overcrowded with death
Ah there’s no one there
Who could have been blessed?

No singing of a bird
Rustle of a tree
And all is carried off
All is carried off.

For a few merciless creatures
The war is a game
And all the time
They want to play it for gain.

Oh the was has ended.

No singing of a bird
Rustle of a tree
And all is carried off
All is carried off.

It is all over
Life was in vain
All that had seemed important
Didn’t reveal its aim.

War has ended.

No singing of a bird
Rustle of a tree
And all is carried off
All is carried off.