A hundred suns, born to kill
It is madness, a sun created by man —
Once again a perverse irony of life
Earth creates – man destroys
Love and hatred
We are the butchers of the earth
A hundred suns will be born —
Millions of lives will fall
The first lightening,
A picture without protection and sense
The end, torture and death
When do they stop, when is it over?
One day they will all stand up,
Rebel against us – exterminated us
The first lightening,
A picture without protection and sense
A hundred suns, born to kill
It is madness, a sun created by man —
Once again a perverse irony of life
Earth creates – man destroys
Love and hatred
We are the butchers of the earth
A hundred suns will be born-
Millions of lives will fall
Born to kill