Kultur Shock Don't Shoot Me!
Don't Shoot me!*
Many years ago I met the solider
Didn't mean it- just was following the orders
Felt no glory, no pride, no faith, no honnor
Any more
I looked at the eyes of squat of fire
No desire, just cold confused & tired
Real fear you know
When you're not afraid any more
Just wanna go home
Djelem djelem
Lungo ne dro mesa
Maladilem shukare romenca
Kai sem devla chororo
Bahtalo!
Don't shoot me
Cause you never gonna sleep
Your country's not worth your tears
Rich man fears the wrath of terror
Poor man fears a war
Rich man's war is poor man terror
Terror's poor man's war
