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From the sky would fall an incessant rain of bombs |
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We had nowhere to go but retreat underground |
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Our ground had been peppered with loads of mines |
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Growing our food was a risk at any time |
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The sudden brutality we had to confront |
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Forced us many years to a life into the ground |
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When I came out after having hidden for so long under |
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I found, I was missing all sensation of sight |
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It was so dark underground we had seen no light for days |
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What was visible how there was the enemy |
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The fact that they were fighting against their better nature |
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Our voices had been buried to |
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For we had not to speak a word for days on end |
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But what we learned was so strong |
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They could never win, they're wrong |
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Scared of Adolf, the right to kill |
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They went nowhere, had no wisdom |
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Humiliation came back, flying into their face |
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They lost themselves, the right to kill |
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Scared of Adolf, right to be blind, nothing but trust |
