I was brought to a fountain And a multitude of treasures lined my path "Who owns all this?" I asked carefully They said it belongs to no one As simple as that, everyone takes what he needs The golden times have gone And all they left is peace Years passed without understanding All the envy derives from feeling lonely Everybody's feeling lonely What is war? What is bloodshed? What is war? And has it ended? Is it over now? This thing that you call hate What is war? Hate that you saw then Years passed without understanding All the things that we grant ourselves Mean nothing If we just await our ending senselessly All this led to the bigger goal that Arose in us in a craving for retention A new-found reinvention What is war? What is bloodshed? What is war? And has it ended? Is it over now? This thing that you call What is war? What is bloodshed? What is war? And has it ended? Is it over now? This thing that you call hate A new day A new day A new day A new day A new day A new day A new day