Saying its prayers, the year twenty-twenty is leaving,
But our lungs are still breathing, they are longing to breathe.
We have buried our dead, dead before their time,
Now that we have spat out the bullets, we are ready to sing our songs.
Oh, it's tough, it's really tough out there...
The heaven is so close and yet so far.
The new songs are washing the old make-up off,
The world has changed, it's different now.
The white bird is flying over the roofs,
The fireworks in the kitchen are blowing up on the Instagram.
Together we are the live wire that will light up the night,
We will stand together as one against the ravenous winds.
Oh, it's up there, up there above,
The heaven is so close and yet so far.
You know you can't sit it out, you can't ever go back,
Brother, you know, nothing will ever be the same again.
The history is surveying the new horizons,
It has cleaned its wounds with ice-cold rain,
The things that we lost yesterday in the fire,
We will find today in the ash re-born.
Oh, it's tough, it's really tough out there...
The heaven is so close and yet so far,
Having switched off the stars and the beacons,
The autumn now summons its troops.
Oh, it's up there, up there above...
The heaven is so close and yet so far,
The new songs are washing the old make-up off,
The world has changed, it's different now.