May 2007
and i'm to blind to see what's going on outside my lonely window
i'm turning om the tv screen, watch the news for a while
then I fall back to sleep again...
..and i'm dreaming 'bout times, times that are gone
times when I lived alone in my own land called ochrasy
that place was everything to me
the world I made it up you see
it's all there in my fanta
I'm waking up again and see that war on screen again
and it makes me want to go and hide
this world is full of misery
the anger is to big to see
that's why I had to dream this dream.
Now they come again all these soldiers without shame
dressed in black and equipped with fire
they can stop our happy days but never reach the ochrasy.