I am not a hero
My mother, now I'm a
soldier,
My mother, now I'm a
soldier.
Behind my shoulders
is a city in lights
And citizens at the
nights.
My mother, now I'm a
soldier,
And it's my fight.
I know, this war is
not mine,
I know, this war is
not yours.
I like the spring
and tree in green,
And a rainbow in the
sky.
But now I hear only
the command: “Fire!”
My mother, I am not
a hero,
My mother, I am not
a hero,
But I am here, my
friends are here.
And the
Angel over our heads.
