I write your name .
On the bloody ploughed fields
for the child who won\'t come
and the oak we cut down ...
I write your name .
Destiny of broken china
flight of crows above Golgotha
aborted symphony ...
I write your name .
On the mud of the trenches
the mouth that curses
flower that dies at dawn .
At the devil\'s market
souls are sold out ...
I write your name
on the erased memory
the forgotten birthday
damned\'s long march ...
God\'s message service
no longer responds to mayday ...
I write your name .
On the boned doll\'s body
those dreamy scent machine guns
hand tatooed on barbed whims ...
Like a rider in the wind
dressed in tyrant\'s uniform
or the gold of Vatican
you cast anathema on infant\'s games...
You\'re still here ,terror interior
like a fly asleep in it\'s marble cocoon
protected from living\'s dirty hands ...
And I don\'t know what your name is ...