Inside the dark cellar, with the aid of the tiny oil lamp
We stayed crouched in silence oh it was all damp and wet
Air raids burst off giving huge roars
And everyday we heard an agonizing scream
I thought I would faint, with this great hunger
But no one was brave to go out and said, " there are only rotten potatoes out there"
Was our sweet home still there, I feared
And oh my loving brother was he alive? I feared nothing more than it
He might be fighting as a brave lion, along with all other men
Or might be under the soil along with the millions of dead soldiers
My mother's ill scream, I can't endure
And my little sister crying for milk, what could I possibly do?
I even quivered when I thought to step outside
Over the thousands of dead and the devastated land
But with all the great pain we tried to survive
There was no one to blame; I think it's our fate
