Doorbell breaks the silence waking you
Big black cars on Andrássy Avenue
No matter where you run they seek and find
Torture you for secrets you might hide
When peace has it’s cost
Our freedom is lost
And they knock down your door
Saying they’re here to help
But with hands over head
It’s just hard to believe they’re sincere
Saying they’re here to help
But with hands over head
It’s just hard to believe they’re sincere
Fathers leaving crying sons behind
Relatives in „lost but never found”
Fighting although you may not survive
Waiting for some better times to come
When peace has it’s cost
And the future looks gross
Our freedom is long lost
Saying they’re here to help
But with hands over head
It’s just hard to believe they’re sincere
Saying they’re here to help
But with hands over head
It’s just hard to believe they’re sincere
Saying they’re here to help
But with hands over head
It’s just hard to believe they’re sincere
Saying they’re here to help
But with hands over head
It’s just hard to believe they’re sincere