Dark clouds are hunting helicopters
Defeated bodies lie down, only a child's trying to hide.
I hear neverending sounds of bullets
Screams and shouts can't stop the mire falling;
Dust, and mud, and deadly gas
make my blood dirty and condemned.
It's only the child's hand near me
but I fall.
Now the ground hurts entire me.
Pieces of stone, my mouth is full of pain:
Defeated body, no control...
The running is in vain.