All those flowers in the wasteland
All that time beneath those skies charcoal grey
But, every moment in the shade there
Nourished by a force that flies from far away
And we will say: Come to me, refugee, let me be the one one who frees you
When you're calling, when you're calling, refugee
Yes we will say : Come to me, refugee, let me be the one who bleeds now
When you're falling, where you're crawling, refugee
All those poets in the basement
Still haunted by the ancient crimes of yesterday
Like those flowers in the wasteland
They will rise with open eyes and point the way
'Cause when your skin starts burning
You can feel the planet turning
There's no transition, nothing sets you right
And when your roof starts falling
There is no place, no place to crawl in
Hope transmitting, returning to your plight
And we will say: Come to me, refugee, let me be the one who heals you
When you're toiling, crawling, refugee
Yes we will say: Come to me, refugee, let me be, I will conceal you
When you're calling, when you're falling refugee
Yes we will say, we will say
When you're calling, when you're falling
And we will say, we will say
When you're falling
When you're calling refugee