Heavy from walking
We stopped for the night
Near the shallow river
A never fright
But night fell on us before dawn
'Till all of our hope was over drawn

If every man lay down his gun
We would no longer be

'Cause your war is your sickness
And so it's our disease

O distant constant quarrelling lot
Your risk is greater than what you've got
Open your high road
You drag us along, the long road
Of our brothers gone

We didn't fight back
We fought to escape
Smuggling gasoline for food
Before we were of age

Your war is your sickness
And so it's our disease

O distant constant quarrelling lot
Your risk is greater than what you've got
Open your high road
You carry us along, the long road
Of our brothers gone

'Cause we are so uncertain
Of the future, that we may face
And we don't like the burning
Of the very flame we had in place
Some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage
And we are not deserting
But we see no course to take

You hear the curtain falls
And heralds the curtain calls
Come out, come alive
Time is no lie
Everyone now in a row
So quiet and so devout
Can you resign yourself to accept
A better hell
We'll not fall in their curse
Facing life in prison or possibly worse
Our fathers are calling mass
Asking us to drink from the pain of their past life

O distant constant quarrelling lot
Your risk is greater than what you've got
Open your high road
You carry us along, the long road
Of our brothers gone

'Cause we are so uncertain
Of the future, that we may face
And we don't like the burning
Of the very flame we had in place
Some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage
And we are not deserting
But we see no course to take




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    General CommentProtesting a war that affects the inhabitants of the country at war.
    The people's who live there are terribly scared of the future, and uncertain of what horror may befall them next.
    They have no quarrel with anyone, but they live in the center of a war, so they can't help but get involved.
    The war causes them to "[smuggle gasoline before they are of age]".
    They are pleading with the higher powers to stop, to "open your high road".
    I think the saddest thing is when he says, "some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage". He is scared that the next generation and all generations thereafter will be just like them... fatherless, and full of unnecessary anger.
    foolinsagesclothingon February 07, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThese lyrics are wrong. This song is about the conflict between Russia and Chechnya. Google/Wiki it, it will all make sense.

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    Heavy from walking
    We stopped for the night
    Lettin' the shallow river
    unnerve our fright
    But night fell on us before dawn
    'Till all of our hope was all but gone

    If every man lay down his gun
    We would no longer be

    'Cause your war is your sickness
    And so it's our disease

    Oh distant constant quarrelling lot
    Your risk is greater than what you've got
    Up in your highroom
    You drag us along, the long road
    Of our brothers gone

    We didn't fight back
    We fought to escape
    Smuggling gasoline for food
    Before we were of age

    'Cause your war is your sickness
    And so it's our disease

    Oh distant constant quarrelling lot
    Your risk is greater than what you've got
    Up in your highroom
    You carry us along, the long road
    Of our brothers gone

    'Cause we are so uncertain
    Of the future, that we may face
    And we don't like the burning
    Up of everything we had in place
    Some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage
    And we are not deserting
    But we see no course to take

    No like a curtain falls
    And heralds the curtain calls
    Comrad come alike
    Time is no ally
    Little one are you in or out
    So quiet and so devout
    Can you resign yourself
    To accept a better hell
    We'll not fall in their curse
    Facing life in prison or possibly worse
    Our fathers are calling mass
    Asking us to drink from the pain of their past life

    Oh distant constant quarrelling lot
    Your risk is greater than what you've got
    Up in your highroom
    You carry us along, the long road
    Of our brothers gone

    'Cause we are so uncertain
    Of the future, that we may face
    And we don't like the burning
    Of everything we had in place
    Someday we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage
    And we are not deserting
    But we see no course to take

    In the riot of your machine gun ways
    sgtcampsaloton February 23, 2010   Link

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