Still, in the fog-ruled chill I have had my fill Now the will to move, I choose To run, out beyond the gun They're as cold as you Like the barricade, you built And, with no guilt or shame I whisper Your Name In the blue light, tonight No, no more questions here Now to shed this fear Strip myself of frigid steel and concrete Here in the backstreet Crossing the zone, wire and trench You, God my sole defence How, I love you, land of my birth Now I leave you And perhaps this earth Now the will to go At last I choose At least I chose Father, run with me please I run I run I run To run out beyond the gun To run out beyond the gun To run out beyond the gun To run out beyond the gun