I've got one pistol,
With one bullet in my hand...

Soms zou ik willen er niet was,
Nooit geboren...

If you hate me tell me,
So I don't spill my time...

I'm so happy,
I hear you scream...

My pistol is loaded,
My mind full of hate...

In time there will be a war,
For oil and gas...

No poem can describe the pain that I'm feeling...
No plaster can heal the wound in my soul...

Another dead body killed in a war,
Another dead body murdered by words...

A 13 year old girl afraid for the future,
A 13 year old girl afraid to die...

I'm walking through the city,
Seeing everybody passing by...

She was beautiful,
With long blond hairs till over her shoulders...

You say people have to take you the way you are,
But why don't you respect me...