Extended, drowned in dust
A child stares at nothingness
The wet front surrounded by a turban
He says god is great
In his back, wet with sweat
We can see that he did not have time
To understand where the pain came from
Little man dead in battle
Who was able to guide his steps
Rhythms by the death knell
Little man dead in battle
What a god could have wanted that?
And in me, the noose tightens
When I see these kids marching
Blinded by men with perverse vows
Beyond all borders
It is necessary to tell any nascent spirit
That no cause will ever be worth
The death of an innocent man
Little man dead in battle
Who was able to guide his steps
Rhythms by the death knell
That the child does not know what he or she is consenting to
Little man dead in battle
Who could have guided your steps
Rhythms by the death knell
Little man dead in battle
What a god could have wanted that?