They need to stay alive, For too many people have already died. She's writing her letters, She's hoping for his reply, But he never gets them And she's wondering why...
"My dear friend, where's your hello? Our town was left, I'm here alone... We haven't even hold our hands For a moment or two... That war took that chance From me and you".
He's fighting for life in a death camp, Her house is full of the enemies, No friends and no families, No dreams and no food... And only their memories Still're keeping the good.
"My dear friend, where's your hello? Our town was left, I'm here alone... We haven't even hold our hands For a moment or two... That war took that chance From me, from you.
I know the freedom day will come, Though it won't be soon. Then we'll have all the future, For me and for you".