Remember all those days in the bunker
The radio told us stories
The man said war was over
We know that help won't come
This month, this year
Remember all those tricks they've played us
Brotherhood and moon trips
The man said "dream is over"
We know that help won't come
This month, this year
So we keep on holding, we keep on holding guns
And we keep on dreaming. We keep on dreaming with life
Nasty life!
Living with nothing
And you know... God won't help us
