The days are heavy the hours a lot to bear

in Europe there’s fresh air

or is it long past gone

For the air is something everybody needs

but no one ever cared

for me the way you did



Give me the air, give me the wings

To fly away…



The war has started two thousand years ago

and Jesus still gets nailed

to the cross that everyone builds…



This cross is the field of your sickness

his boredom

her fears

and my sins

and our last chance

To Not Fear

Do Not Fear…