I'm waiting for the spring
The wind blows dry
Time is never on my side
I feel the storm before the calm
The radio speaks of freedom
Militaries about death
What will become of us?
When there's nothing left
Spring breeze coming
I'm not brave not enough
good people get bad thoughts
The war is taken over us
The radio speaks of freedom
Militaries about blood
What will become of us?
When there's nothing to left
Middle eight
Hope is dangerous
and dreams are the night lies
As the world turns down
we'll have to be apart
