The spilled blood of this...

I don't want to see it !

Tell the moon to come,
for I don't want to see
Syria's blood on the sand.

I don't want to see it !

The wide-open moon.
A horse or fighters unmoving clouds,
and the gray bullring of guns dream...
With guns and blood.
I don't want to see it!
Remembering dead bodies and
crying women how look for their ?...
I don't want to remember it.

I don't want to see it !
I don't want to remember it !
I don't want to know it !

I don't want to see it !

Where is the mighty Father in this Easter ?
Climbs the steps carrying all this disasters
on his shoulders...
Was he looking for peace and peace no more ?
People need need help not comfort. 

I don't want to see it !
I don't want to know it !