The Dove

We run away to the city

And we become slaves

We don’t have the atomic bomb

We only have culture

The dove

The dove

We are all on one land

We are all strangers on this earth

The only way to win freedom is by loving ones self

And to make love

I love to make love

Let’s make love

Why would an engineer make bombs to kill others

I would create hearts and beds

A guy who spends his time making machine guns and bullets is a sick guy

I want to make love

I want make beds

I want to only talk about sexy things

The People who make war are not humans

Killing others is not a job