There was this winter, it was very hard It was shocking, it was very cold It was terrible. It was hell.
We came to the same street every day Just waiting and praying and talking every day, And one day you told me it’s needed, Cause it will break the spell.
Yeah, you told me you had experience in revolution, You had experience in fighting, You had Experience … In war and peace.
And we were strong through the days of this, We were together every moment of this And there was the moment we thought: We won in this.
Then time has passed, and the silence is back, And summer is back, and peace is back, But it feels like something was lost And we don’t know when.
I remember you joked Michael Jackson will Write us a song, about love, song about peace, But I’m coming to the same old street Again and again.
I-ah-ah still remember, remember Your first touch
You told me you had experience in war, In revolution, you taught me how to fight, But you didn’t tell me the victory Has a bitter taste.
And it seems like we know now how to manage war How to manage hatred, how to be strong And we know how to fight, But nothing else.
And Our planet is full of refugees, And you’re a refugee, and I’m a refugee, Only thinking back the time How it was then
So many days have passed already, I’m going crazy, going crazy Coming /running/ to the same old street Again and again
I-ah-ah still remember, remember Your first touch
Sometimes I wanna take a different turn But my memories keep going on and on It’s like gravity, you and me, You and me back then.
Summer is back and the streets are loud But it feels like magnet when I go through the crowd Coming to the same old street Again and again.