And the war came upon us…

See … the beauty!
In the dance of a handful of dust
Around a Sunshine
Fell…the beauty!
In the sadness of the lonely horizon
Watching the sea

Bridge:
We born, we cry, we stand, we lie
(It all happens so fast)
We fall, we fight, we stand, we die
(See the beauty of understanding the frailty of mortality)

See … the beauty.
In the dance of angelical bullets
In men greed’s war
Feel … the beauty
In the red sand when innocence falls
With their voices -

Chorus:

Breathe my son – Life is waiting you now
Breathe my son – You are not alone now

Breathe, Breathe, Breathe…
Dust in the horizon of fire
Freedom bounds before the cloak of a liar.


Breathe my son – Life leaves you now
Breathe my son – you are on your own now