I will go back to that time.

My dreams in tears,

For the sounds of drums,
I hear again.

Is this a tribe, 

We're living in?
I hear them again,
The sounds of drums,
When The Little Drummer's gone,
I hear the puns of a near war:
'Something's happening in Iran,
Between The USA and Iran',
Better not to remember,
The past decades,
Not to read to more quotes.

This world is unique,
Will be savage to assure that,

One more war of that kind,
Will  be perhaps...  Never the end?

Open new stories for history,
Of the 21st Century, Mr Journalist,
Open your eyes,
And close your mouth.
Always the same shame.