Zertan Ari Gara

In the tavern covered in blood, father
Those who were once comrades are now enemies
The bottles have been emptied inside
How did we end up here? How did we end up here?

Why are we fighting, father
Against each other?
Why are we fighting?
We will all pay
Under this blood

There they are in the pictures on the walls
The silhouettes mourn the blood, mourn the blood
The wine has turned into blood
The lights have gone out, have gone out

Why are we fighting, father
Against each other?
Why are we fighting?
We will all pay
Under this blood