My love, look at me, you’ve got your father’s eyes
Say goodbye to our world as we’ve known it here
But there are people there
They say they’re welcoming
They say the world should come as one
yet still some might have closed their door
Christians say: “we should love one another”
The violence breeds violence
We’ve come here to this faithful ground
to educate our kids, to have a decent lives
One last time we have crossed the rivers
to run away from bombs, to run away from guns
while you’re watching from your beds in your homes
while I’m running from the fields of war
you’re judging from the pubs, endless talks
while my children’s feet are cold and sore
you’re judging on your Facebook walls
while my children’s feet are cold and sore
while you’re watching from your beds in your homes
while I’m running from the fields of war
you’re judging on your Facebook walls
while my children’s feet are cold and sore
are there people there?
are there people there?
music & lyrics by Laura Zitna
