War کے بول

I'm going into this world, I'm walking on the pain, I'm going into this old black dream; All the things and all the thoughts, Everything is pressing in my head And i'm dreaming a new world Without the war... I'm going into this world, I'm walking on the blood, I'm going into this old black dream; All the time and all the space, Everything is pressing in my head And i'm dreaming a new world Without the war... War and death, War and death, And our dreams are paper-sheets, ...and our dreams are dreams. The big man now is here, And you are very good, But your face is a fat dust-pan; Powerful man, oh powerful man, Maybe i am an old child, Because i need my rainbow and my sky!