Pretty village, pretty flame

We realised it one night
When we didn’t know what to do with ourselves...
As we watched a village to wich our guns were pointed...
The village was still burning,
As later night after night other would on the horisont,
That we were sorrounded with something resembling
A gigantic circle of strange lights...

With all those villages burning...

And the flames were rising,
And licking the clouds, the sky...

It’s a beautifull sight (when the vullage is burning)
It looks so cheerfull...

A little village not even worth mentioning or naming,
That you can’t even see during the day,
On the bottom of the ugly valley...

One can’t even immagine what it looks like at night
...while burning...

What a sight those joyfull flames...

Pretty villages burn pretty.
But ugly stay ugly...
Even while burning

(pretty village, pretty flame 1996)