History Repeats Itself

The night has come, lights go down in the streets

But my son is not asleep

The terror of darkness ,the fear of pressing down walls

Are taking power over him.

"Don't cry my boy, you must be strong

You should be hard as steel

'Couse your life is just another part

In the eternal fight

O-h! War again.

O-h! War again.

I said that and then appeared in the past

When I was a kid myself.

I remembered the childish fears seizing me fast

And my dad's words made them leave

"Don't cry, my son, you must be strong

You should be hard as steel.

Be a warrior boy life is going on

In the fight of Death and Life".

History repeats itself.

History repeats itself.

There will come a time you'll be a father yourself

And one day you'll tell your son: "Be strong sonny - Life is

A long fight with Death".

It'll happen because history repeats itself.

So you must be strong don't cry 'couse one day you will die.

History repeats itself. History repeats itself.

The night has come, lights go down in the streets

But my son is not asleep.

The terror of darkness, the fear of pressing down walls

Are taking power over me.

O-h! War again.