the god of war shakes me pagan
in each scene with weapons
he smiles to me of peace
of danger shattered citadel

he touches me with the flight of a promise
peace will come

when he touches me
he likes me to shudder of discord
so he can proclaim me submissive

but I exist and I am silent
in a cold war
I will not be silent for long,
I am making revolution,
I promise,
around you

so that you can smile too
in a morning of peace