No one wants to die, that's clear
Then what are wars for?
Mr. President, you are one of those gentlemen
You must know this
Can you explain it to me?
No mother wants to lose her children
And no woman her husband
So why do soldiers have to march off
To murder people, make that clear to me
What are wars for?

Mr. President, I am now ten years old
And I'm scared in this forest of nuclear missiles
Tell me the truth, tell me now
Why is my life being put at risk?
And the lives of all the others, tell me why
They load the guns and kill each other
They stand opposite each other and could be friends
But before they get to know each other, they shoot each other dead
I find that so stupid, why does it have to be like this?

Have you asked all the billions of people all over the world
If they want it like this
Or is it also about money?
A lot of money for the few big shots
Who build tanks and missiles
And then buy gold and diamonds
For their elegant wives
Or is it also about religious disputes
That they can't agree
Which god is the real one?

Or what other reasons are there
That I find just as stupid
Well, maybe I can't understand yet
Why wars are necessary
I'm probably still too small
I'm still a child

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