No He Nascut Per Militar

I don't know how many days I've been like this
Silencing my voice, my hands
I have to sleep
Oh, the never-ending nights
The days are shorter
When I'm locked at home
With no projects, without you
My pulse, like a sword
Cutting through my past
I've been left barefoot, with only a future
I don't look in the mirrors
And my eyes are left blank with loneliness
I'm a coward but today I'll have the heart of a soldier
Oh, the mornings that never end
At night, I'll think of you
When I'm far from home
With no projects, without you
They'll change my clothes
My name, my hair
They'll give me a white weapon, green clothes
And a rifle
Don't hit me, I'm not born to be a soldier
Don't hit me, I don't want to go play soldier