The Door — текст песни (Page Martin)

Hannah is dreaming
She`s young once again
She stands with her brother
With thousands of men
Her head has been shaven
By a black uniform
She`s one of God`s children
That waits at the door
Tears on her pillow
She tightens her lips
Touches the number
Tattooed on her wrist
The sign says Treblinka
Again she can`t breathe
For all of the children
She`ll always see
They`re her constant companions
Six hundred souls
In the doors of the chambers
there`s one door of hope
That would open to the forest
And fields covered green
Where all of God`s children
Again would be free
And they came out of the tunnels
Went over in waves
She`d run with the others
Over the graves
As the watchtowers tumble
In an ocean of fire
Some of God`s children
Escaped through the wire
Slowly `round
The raven flies
Scours the trees
Where they hide
The beast he threatens
You won`t survive
She raises her fist
And whispers in her sleep
I am going to live!
I am going to live!
Sunlight has risen
In her garden today
Hannah is watching
Her grandchildren play
She hears the bells ringing
In a town far away
For all of God`s children
Who died for this day