I had first realized the shape I was in After six years in uniform, in the standing din I signed in at eighteen for a college degree Recruiting out of high school into opportunity I´d always equated my love for my land
With the loyalty of the army but now I understand I´m from a small town, I knew quiet streets There was a market where people often meet I built my home there, me and my family These are the loneliest days I´ve seen My soldiers are marching according to rank They have occupied the borderlines outside the West Bank I´m relieving my attention on a bloody red machine A conscientious citizen for the democratic regime This kind of struggle´s not one to go alone So I´m joining the opposition but I´m never going home I´m from a small town, no cause and no elites There was a market where people often meet I remember loved ones but I don´t remember peace These are the loneliest days I´ve seen
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