Texty: The Scorpions. Moment of Glory. 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