here we march through the snow. here we die in the mud
the wind aches like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic,
my thoughts far away, unable to act, feel numb to this distress
i can't remember freedom forgot all faces i loved
no cry for help through the wire, my existence a number on my skin
it will take all my power, my last will to live.
i hear the sirens, searching lights roam through the night.
reports, bloodhounds and hunters - orders are clear, our tombs already dug,
our names on the crosses
i'm running no looking back, no feelings at all will i be free?
will i be free at last? will i ever kiss your face again?
the sun will be mine again and i'll feel the rain, feelings return to my body.
i can't believe, that i'm sill alive
now i remember your face, your words, yours smile...