In this small town we live
But I remember
the cold year of February

3,2,1
3,2,1

The rope is raised
Can they find a way?
In this small town...

We are against each other
Another one gone one on one
In this small town...

3,2,1
3,2,1

The blood in their hands
No one takes a stand
In this small town...

Maybe we were like this from the start
Even now
In this cold weather
especially in this small town

3,2,1
3,2,1

one more innocent lost
In this small town

If I take another look
Another one gone
Look what they took
In this small town

Maybe the city deserved this
A big price to pay
Another one already missed
What is another way?

people watch from their house
Some dont have their doubts
One of us will be under the rope
we won't be woke

3,2,1
3,2,1

No one remains
In this pain
In this small town...