A Generation Lost

Once, the future had a thousand faces.
Now, the normal life is gone
Once, we could go to a thousand places.
Now, we are trapped here, each alone.

What I wouldn't give to be back home now;
If only this war hadn't ever started.
One person insults or kills another —
Why can't we get along with each other?

A generation ruined, over others' quarrels.
For us there is no rest today, nor a bright tomorrow.
We did not decide ourselves that war was the only way,
But when it comes down to the line — we will pay.

Once, we were normal men.
Now, we are human yet animal.
Once, our understanding of life was thin.
Now, we understand the world in full.

Nobody asked us — nobody cared.
Lying in the trenches, bombs going boom everywhere.
Here alone, no one will hear my song —
But even so, I must go on.

A generation ruined, over others' quarrels.
For us there is no rest today, nor a bright tomorrow.
We did not decide ourselves that war was the only way,
But when it comes down to the line — we will pay.

Once, we knew solitude.
Now, we cannot escape the war.
Once, we had feelings, too.
Now, we cannot claim them any more.

As a flood, war rages, devouring without care.
Not seeing all those dying, whose screams rip through the air.
What it seeks is bloodshed alone to quench its thirst:
And even then it is not through; as soldiers, we are cursed.

A generation ruined, over others' quarrels.
For us there is no rest today, nor a bright tomorrow.
We did not decide ourselves that war was the only way,
But when it comes down to the line — we will pay.

Once, we knew things that were good.
Now, we are caught by a vortex — the front.
Once, we knew just where we stood.
Now, we don't know what we want.

A generation ruined, the "Iron Youth" they call us;
All we ever find is strife, never any solace.
It is not our fault that all Earth's good is gone:
But when it comes down to the line — we are lost.

We are lost…

We are lost.