Depois da Guerra
Oficina G3
After the War
I see ruins of a war
Another war by our hands
The weapons were the words
Vanity, motivation
Wounds that bled the soul
The faith of many was lost
One day brothers, today enemies
The love that once made us one was killed
Who will win?
A war between brothers, a lost war
Who will lose?
A chosen people, a wounded people
Broken were the alliances
Words that brought division
Preached, sung, spoken
For many who said they were brothers
Wounds that bled the soul
The faith of many was lost
On the cross, the example was given to us
Where is the love that made us one?
Who will win?
A war between brothers, a lost war
Who will lose?
A chosen people, a wounded people
Who will win?
A war between brothers, a lost war
Who will lose?
A chosen people, a wounded people
Who will win?
A war between brothers, a lost war
Who will lose?
A chosen people, a wounded people
Yea-ah!
A chosen people
Yea-ah, yea-ah!
A chosen people
(Who already suffered before a war made by our hands)
