How many nights, how many days?
the last one is still breathing,
the world keeps turning...
Everyone carries their own cross,
some rise, some sink lower,
only God knows...how this will end.
From pure love, a white flower,
sharp bayonet straight into heart
and the stars are silent.
From pure love, a white flower,
the answer will burn into ashes
in your eyes as well.
Hate has spread its shadow,
the servant has done his bidding
and then, time stopped.
The stakes are too high,
the flame touches heavens
and it will get us too.
From pure love, a white flower,
sharp bayonet straight into heart
and the stars are silent.
From pure love, a white flower,
the answer will burn into ashes
in your eyes as well.
How many nights, how many days?
the last one is still breathing
and the world keeps turning.