(Refrain)
If I 'd been born in 1917 in Leidenstadt
On top of ruins, in a battlefield
Would I have behaved better of worse than those people
If I'd been German?
Born into humiliation, hatred and ignorance
Fed on dreams of revenge
Would I have been one of those unlikely beings with a conscience
Like some teardrops in the midst of a flood?
If I'd grown up in the docklands of Belfast
Soldier of a faith, of a class
Would I have had the strength to withstand and fight against my Own kind: to betray, to hold out a hand in friendship?
If I'd been born white and rich in Johannesburg
Between the power and the fear
Would I have heard the cries carried by the wind?
Nothing will be like it was before.
One never knows what one really has in one's guts,
Hidden behind our appearances
The soul of a brave man, an accomplice, an executioner?
The worst or the best?
Would we be one of those who resist or just those who follow like sheep
If it was a question of more than just words?
(Refrain)
If I 'd been born in 1917 in Leidenstadt
On top of ruins in a battlefield
Would I have behaved better of worse than those
If I'd been German?