作词 : Broca
作曲 : Broca
I met a soldier in the desert
Telling his stories and history
What was war he asked me
No kiss goodbyes not a backward glance
Screw those ‘returning heroes’
Only a tattered train to desolate hometown
With bullet holes I had left behind
My mates and that hilarious faith
Ain’t it a trial
Ain’t this the life
Which side had won means nothing
Those children’s faces are still haunting me
‘sacrifice’, ‘enemies’
What do they mean what are those things
Ain’t it a lie
Ain’t this the life
Dear Jane I can't make promises
Everywhere it's forever rain
Can our little guy now say papa
Ain’t it a trial
Ain’t it a lie
I left that soldier in the desert
Now I tell his stories and history