WAR DIARY

[Crix Dorius]

Translated lyric of the song "Kriegstagebuch" of the German Hiphoper SPAX...

WAR DIARY

We write the year 2003. I am only one of many - in this war that raves
here, as at many places in this world. Are now victim and author - my
weapon in the hand, write my thoughts up - this war diary.
Side for side - word for word, thought for thought - for you out there, so that
you can make your own picture, over which happened here.
I don't know any longer which is good which bad - seats
here and write. I point not like for a long time I still hold out.
Thinks of me !

Chorus:
It is war - humans suffer and die fully pain, none triumph - a life is
more worth nothing. In the war the heads are the crisis centre, the
power make war - which let humans do much wrong.

1.
The last entry - war diary - mental winter, a grey veil covers like a
corpse cloth the sky. The silence is incomprehensibly loud - my
hearing tears up. I hear ' nothing more, but I hearing ' here, hearing
' into this theater of war, in which there is no peace, am not a
coward, which small adds - with each crisis flees, even if sometimes
already the courage leaves me, rage - her lets me on days the wrong
bear - the blood, the stress... Prick wire spirals lay in my
garden, did not know, what they intended, it did not know, what
they planned, but by survival will - so far the feet me carried... It
does not help praying, if devil and reality slam shut united. They
have in great quantities weapons - pure poison in the veins, hearts,
which strike tactlessly, nerves from steal-hard fibers. But I did not
want to yield combatless, I wanted to be silent, shit ' on
medals for murders - they forced me to defend me.

Chorus:
It is war - humans suffer and die fully pain, none triumph - a life is
more worth nothing. In the war the heads are the crisis centre, the
power make war - which let humans do much wrong.

2.
I am a thinking fighter - they are executors who can be steered, them
brought their war to me - burning fields - running men. They brought
death, to force, emergency, wrong, spoiling, mined us our earth, took
to us parents and an inheriting. At first they came at night in the
protection of the shade - the silence, strategic landings into groups,
under the cover of the assistance. Now its insanity live runs in the
television, propaganda in each syllable, it distorts the truth only by
few pictures. Because also they bring bombs and shit on our culture.
If our houses destroy, spits us on the shoes, wants us to say, what
right and which injustice is, which is good which is bad. Weapons make
clear, who here now boss is. Nevertheless I offer resistance, remain '
I - shoot if it is called "Attention, attention - enemy and flier
alert !!!", because I want which mine am kept and these soldiers to have
no respect for our life, therefore I lie in the contactor ditch.

Chorus:
It is war - humans suffer and die fully pain, none triumph - a life is
more worth nothing. In the war the heads are the crisis centre, the
power make war - which let humans do much wrong.

3.
I was not ambitioniert, I ' never publicly approximately something
demonstrated, am never particularly politically fanatiker, no
assassin, no terrorist, am one of the civilian victims, whom one
unfortunately often forgets. Force produces force - I am against
force, but around my love to protect I do not have other choice. Where
are ' I? My family and friends are all here, by which, which passes
straight, I could lose all. Thus I remain here - despair here, and if
my fate requires it of me, then case ' I here. Now I must watch, take
like her us our life, mutilate, with feet step our values, desires,
visions. Lobbyists and economicbosses don't want to stop, we pay
the price - color the earth with red drops.
Which does not want me into the head: For what is there diplomacy? For
what pay I? Do I go selecting? What are politics? No goal justifies a
war! You understood that to me because of the heart is to peace? But
our trade is boycotted - now we hunger. That calls the world
civilized - how poor are you?

Chorus:
It is war - humans suffer and die fully pain, none triumph - a life is
more worth nothing. In the war the heads are the crisis centre, the
power make war - which let humans do much wrong.
It is war - humans suffer and die fully pain, none triumph - a life is
more worth nothing. In the war the heads are the crisis centre, the
power make war - which let humans do much wrong.


Spax 2002/2003

PS.: There could be some errors.