They're born surrounded by violence
Locked in a trench
There's nothing for them but disgrace
In hate they dwell
An abandoned soul
Before being born
Just child being soldiers
They're victims of the games
They're sons of war
Of cynics without shame
There's no reason and there's no hope
Not knowing why they have to fight
A normal childhood never more
Dead bodies always in their sight
Their toy since they were little
A loaded gun
The bottle feeding they drink
Rage to the world
Learning the only that matters
Just to survive
Searching through the rubble
A life denied
Germinating anger
In ruins and mud
They have been taught
They have to kill to be free
And they have watched
Hundreds of horrors under his knees
Porca miseria
They're just crazy
Rifle in hand
Deadly as hell
Just child being soldiers
They're victims of the games
They're sons of war
Of cynics without shame
There's no reason and there's no hope
Not knowing why they have to fight
A normal childhood never more
Dead bodies always in their sight
They are just kids who have been living in hell
Too much time
Enslaved by horror and their birth was first
And only crime
Just child being soldiers
They're sons of war
They're sons of war