Those sunny days will never come back, this war of ours started the day your smile ended. The bombs were called by agony and the fires burned in your soul, the things we fought were not chasing us but rather lived inside us. I will count the days for this to end. Maybe one day I'll see the white flag, the call of truce between people that fought all their lives... Running won't be enough, chasing won't be enough... nothing... will be. Let's rest today, because tomorrow, the fires will burn again.
Warsaw, 1919
I came looking for her... hoping I could hear her voice for a last time. Couldn't run and leave her behind, I tried but I just couldn't be afraid of the fires that separated us. So I ran back, hoping I could follow the sense of her perfume.... The house was crumbling down, soldiers coming from the forest, I went inside knowing that it could be my last decision and then, when I saw her... it was already too late. I only managed to ear a sentence before they came. Run, I love y...
Warsaw, 1919
By the time we chose to leave, everything was empty... the houses were empty, the streets empty, the trees empty... the sky... empty. The only things left was us... us and the fires that lit the night. They consumed everything like the blaze of hell, we tried to run but, I knew it was too late. To late to try.
"Ain't no chariots of fire
Come to take me home
I'm lost in the woods
And I wander alone"