Crossfire

(Instrumental) It seems to me a nightmare becomes reality The last days of the paradise are gone for you and me We're living in the crossfire And we'll be killed at first Why cannot people that we made the leaders of the world Understand that we don't wanna fight Understand that we are much too young to die Understand no one will survive Under that we love our life Can I trust the meaning of the life line in my hand Which is as long as exciting hundreed years I could be a lucky man But I'm living in the crossfire Of a time that starts to burn Why cannot people that we made the leaders of the world Understand that we don't wanna fight Understand that we are much too young to die Understand no one will survive Under that we love our life