The White Flag

The white flag

(Music: Christian Nóvé, Lyrics: Christian Nóvé / Bruce Ingram)

A wind of troubles in the air, being blown to everyone
The seas are boiling hot with rage, white angels under gun.
Redundet phrases in my ears of a future paradise.
Stars with hammers and with stripes frozen in the ice.

And what they can´t see, they will not believe.
A gift that was free to the world we live in.

Look up from the roof top, I can see my neighbours cry.
Telling me I should go on, my instinct smells a lie.
Falling under majesty, dress me in a rag.
Giving up I´m gonna change the color of the flag.

And what they can´t see, they will not believe.
A gift that was free to the world we live in.

I´ll raise the white flag. Let it wave,
remember the hopes that we have to save.
It´s just a white flag, let it wave,
it can be seen - by the light of day.

The playgrounds filled with joy and pain
smilling in the sun.
The innocent and guilty will turn there backs and run.
Amnesty can not be won, smother me with fear.
Look into there hollow eyes the dark reflects a tear.

And what they...