No more
Ikmar
No more thinking for my mind
No more dreaming for my heart
No more pushing from behind
No more tearing me apart.

No more vainly dreaming sun
No more dark-blue-colored nights
No more wishing rain was gone
No more wars and no more fights.

No more waiting for the light
No more hoping for the day
No more turning black to white
No more leaving too away.

No more death and no more blood
No more living a nightmare
No more bodies lost in mud
No more breathing toxic air

No more living a mistake
No more nothing left to say
No more worshiping the snake
No more skies too dark and gray.

No more sunny-smile on a child’s face
No more field flowers in May
No more beauty, no more grace
No more children left to pray.

No more birds up in the sky
No more thoughts behind the door
No more white clouds passing by
No more trying like before.

No more pushing in the knifes
No more glasses on the floor
No more evil in our lives
No more, God, not anymore!

We don’t live to die…