You know, writing you a letter is not an easy thing to do.
You know, I feel so fragile. Bombs don’t listen to you.
But this war will never change me.
Where are we going? How can we hold on to life, while the night is exploding outside?
Where are we going? What can we do, if living around here is like gambling?
You know, time has slipped away, but it wasn’t all for nothing.
I will get to see you growing up, it’s a promise I won’t fail.
And then, yet another day will come for us, us.
Where are we going? How can we hold on to life, while the night is exploding outside?
Where are we going? What can we do, if living around here is like gambling?
And I can no longer get to be surprised about the madness dancing around me.
And I think I should defend myself, but fighting is harder,
if the cry of a mother can’t, can’t save the night, the night.
Where are we going? How can we hold on to life, while the night is exploding outside?
Where are we going? What can we do, if living around here is like gambling?
You know, writing a letter has never been easy.