Here in the wreckage
The winter is hard
I sleep in the same clothes
That I dragged through the mud
And if you ask me
Nothing's changed
There's nowhere else I can go
So I stay
With writhing rats
We make beds in the straw
And then we build houses
Paint our names on the door
And if you ask me again
Is this life?
I don't see I have a choice
But I still smile
[?]
I have no boots
And nowhere to go
And as for the future
Well I really don't know
But if you ask me
I will nod
But if you ask me
Here I am
Here I am
My dear wife
And my children of God
The borders were already drawn for us
Hold onto life
In this refuge that I searched for
[?]
It's not a crime
I'd love to see you again
Sometime soon
But will you give back to me now
What you stole
