I was looking through
Through the, the window pane
Tears of rain ran down,
And blurred a sight so bad,
Revolution now,
Somehow, I feel afraid
I, I heard her cry
Out loud, echoes insane,
Shee feel to the ground,
Her hand reached out in vain
Young, Lycee was young,
But now, oh there she lay,
Who will call her name,
Victim of blood red flame,
She, a living sun
Will not come back again
I, I saw her face
Through the, the window pane,
I, still hear her cry
I feel, I want to die,
I, I saw her face
Through the, the window pane,
I, still hear her cry
I feel I want to die