: Victim of a tragic accident To survive she really had no chance And they thought, that all in her had died But ONE part was still alive... So they
: The murmur grows - until they rage It is not a scenery At this market-place in middle-ages Somebody - in the crowd - Speaks a prayer Hundred burning
: Nowadays they are called "Progressive Wars" So seen near ARABIA CROATIA and BOSNIA Politicians preach with their greatest pride The last thing we need
: A sweet girl of eleven years Within her brain: The darkest fear caught by absolute disaster Her virginity - lost to the own father There he comes with
: "A teardrop falls down from eyelash The abusion has begun Say, is this the way YOU love me? All my might is gone... If your eyes are blind, I'll tell
Nowadays they are called "Progressive Wars" So seen near ARABIA CROATIA and BOSNIA Politicians preach with their greatest pride The last thing we need
