Graves
Tell me where is glory when god and country is what you die for
It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave
And for graves, graves, graves, and graves
Another day dies as this country gets closer to the end of it's
rope
It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave
And for graves, graves, graves, and graves
In Bosnia there's concentration camps
And still children intimidate soldiers in the streets
It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave
And for graves, graves, graves, and graves...
Graves
Dime dónde está la gloria cuando Dios y la patria es por lo que mueres
Parece grave, parece grave, parece grave
Y para tumbas, tumbas, tumbas, y tumbas
Otro día muere mientras este país se acerca al final de su cuerda
Parece grave, parece grave, parece grave
Y para tumbas, tumbas, tumbas, y tumbas
En Bosnia hay campos de concentración
Y aún los niños intimidan a los soldados en las calles
Parece grave, parece grave, parece grave
Y para tumbas, tumbas, tumbas, y tumbas...