We All

Who the hand turn my soil into fruitless sand
winter is near and they wage they war in the drains
where me to go, where to ask me a piece of bread
he who Vodka drink whe knows the Water taste

back into God back in Love where they toll for Thee
who wanna kiss my belly I tell you where
and her smell is the smell is the creature of Salty Sea
and lower
and lower

for the trenches, for the trenches

We all are crawling after you
we all believe in all this shite
we break our speech with Shoot! and Bang!
don’t be afraid to spit aside
don’t be afraid to walk behind
don’t be afraid, you’ll see it