No more the sword! No more the spear!
No more the pain! No more the tears!
No more the bloodshed! My arms laid down
Oh war! No more besiege my town!

Mothers screaming, children crying
Forced to watch their men-folk dying
Twice the moon Her cycles pass
Bitter lives shatter like glass

No more my hands are stained red
Enough of war! Enough are dead!
Oh how bright a future we can make it
Friendship's hand's extended, will you take it?