Serbia war

My childhood has ended and so have the games

Friends houses are empty and some in flames

With my family I have sat and watched them burn

As we waited for the time when it is our turn

Now it is late at night and I hear voices outside

It is nothing to worry about, my mother lied

A shot in the air, a shot at the door

We jumped to our feet as the lock hit the floor

"Get out in the street and get out of my sight,

give me your passports and take to the night"

So we ran for our lives with the minimum of fuss

Oh God, will anybody care what happens to us