Scorpions — Crossfire (Instrumental)

It seems to me a nightmare becomes reality The last days of the paradise are gone for you and me We're living in the crossfire and we'll be killed at first Why cannot people that we made the leaders of the world Understand, that we don't wanna fight Understand, that we are much too young to die Understand, no one will survive Understand, that we love our life? Can I trust the meaning of the life line in my hand? Which is as long as exciting hundred years, I could be a lucky man But I'm living in the crossfire, of a time that starts to burn Why cannot people that we made the leaders of the world Understand, that we don't wanna fight Understand, that we are much too young to die Understand, no one will survive Understand, that we love our life? Understand, that we don't wanna fight Understand, that we are much too young to die Understand, no one will survive Understand, that we love our life Understand Understand, that we don't wanna fight Understand, that we are much too young to die Understand, no one will survive Understand, we love our life? Understand Understand, we love our life? Understand Understand, we love our life? Understand Understand, we love our life? Understand Understand, we love our life? Understand