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 Dor 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
