Thunder in the air,
storm everywhere.
Crying children begging for help.
Bombs and the horror of crime and war.
Sunrise of another world.
Is there anybody ready for a change?
Is there anybody awake?
Who is the hero, the heroine?
Where is your courage?
What is your great achievement?
The aching heart of earth waits
for your noble qualities.
Someone said:
‚End the war. We need peace.
End the horror. We need love.‘
Revolution!
But what is the goal?
The same old shit in another shape?
Love can heal your wounds.
Love is greater than all the shit
you think you need
to be someone.
Thunder in the air.
Flashes, hard rain.
You don‘t need to hide your power.
No need to be blind
when it‘s time to be great.
Where are the heroes of our time?
A lonesome cry, coldness, dark the night.
Where are the ones that have compassion,
hearts that understand the need,
souls that can see the key,
men and women ready to help,
ready to wake up,
courageous and bold they stand up and act.
Open your eyes, open your heart.
A lonesome warrior
standing on the hill over there.
Music & Lyrics Mirakali administered by Michel Montecrossa © Mira Sound Germany