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23rd of February 1945

A young shy boy looks up to the sky

He can't believe what will come now

It's time to get away to hide & run

When the first bomb impacts, you know it's real

What you will see, these wounds never heal

Out of the fire he runs to the woods

Tries to escape as far as he could

1500 tons of explosion

The yellin' air siren blows out the bad omen

Too much civil victims in this golden city

In his mind it all seems unreal

But the young boy is alive on the hills in the woods

He saw the fire, distress and blood

The whole city is burning, destruction holding on

From the distance he knows

All hope is gone

The sky turns black - bombers attack

20 minutes of death - the Air Force is back

Run for your life - or fire your flak

The city is dying, we´re under attack

The bomber pilots pervitin thrilled

Down on the ground the death gets his will

In this black night the boy realized

This war is only a human despite

He told me the story only one time

My grandfather knows this time was a crime

Be grateful for peace not to be racked

Pray for your life when the Spitfire strikes back