Brothers of mine, what have we done?
Why do we hide? where do we run?
Look in my eyes and tell me the truth,
Is it the price for the life we would choose?

Maybe we will have a chance this time.
Let's spread our arms and maybe off we'll fly.

Chorus:
And we close our eyes, hoping we'll be just fine.
Don't we realize it's the end of the line?
Final show… it's our death row.
It's the final flight that will never bring us back home.

Sisters of mine, what have we done?
How come we become the aims for the guns?
Sisters of mine, the children you bear
Will die in this world turned to nightmare.

Blind, they'll search but never find
The place we've lost our minds
'cos we have burnt it down and left behind.
And standing on a slope they won't cherish hope…

Chorus:
And we close our eyes, hoping we'll be just fine.
Don't we realize it's the end of the line?
Final show… it's our death row.
It's the final flight that will never bring us back home.