We were born to die
but why in the streets
why with the bullets
boo the armies
boo the bullets
boo the bombs
we were born to die
baby let me love you
before they take me away
boo away the hatred
boo away my drunkeness
boo away your sadness
we were born to die
but i dont wanna die under their boots
you were born to die
you wanna live till your skin withers
till your ears are deaf enuf
to miss your lover's whisper
like a flag after a storm
we were born to die
whether rich or poor
dont think twice
you can't be young forever
you can't write a song twice
but you can sing it hundred times
so while living such a life
protest hundred times
against the marching boots
Snatch freedom from the flying flags in air
make a human chain against the barbed wire
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