Colors

[Instrumental intro]

[Verse]
I’m hiding in the trench to save my life.
I’m smoking cigarette just to survive.
I’m looking forward… to see the enemy.
But who is looking down to me?

[Chorus]
Fields are not yellow… sky’s not blue.
Smoke casts shadows to the landscape of a moon.
A metal burns… and people die.
And everybody knows who here will be right.

[Instrumental solo]

[Verse]
It’s not the drone, not rocket or a shell.
He’s the man who is the opposite of hell.
So, if you see me, give me some advice.
How long should I sit in this disguise.

[Chorus]
Fields are not yellow… sky’s not blue.
Smoke casts shadows to the landscape of a moon.
A metal burns… and people die.
And everybody knows who here will be right.

[Instrumental solo]

I fight for freedom, it comes with a cost.
So many lives here… will be lost.
So many minds will be distorted by the war,
I know that it has went so far.

[Chorus]
Fields are not yellow… sky’s not blue.
Smoke casts shadows to the landscape of a moon.
A metal burns… and people die.
And everybody knows who here will be right.

[Instrumental outro]

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