Here in the wreckage, the winter is hard I sleep in the same clothes that I drag through the mud And if you ask me, nothing's changed There's nowhere else I can go, so I stay We're writhing rats, we make beds in the straw And then we build houses, paint our names on the door And if you ask me again, "Is this life?" Well, I don't see I have a choice, but I still smile And bide my time I who have nothing and nowhere to go And as for the future, well, I really don't know But if you ask me, I will nod But if you ask me Here I am ♪ Here I am ♪ My dear wife, and my children of God The borders were already drawn for us Hold on to life in this refuge of dirt And search for a place you can breathe again It's not a crime ♪ I'd love to see you again sometime soon But will you give back to me now what you stole? ♪ Thank you, London Thank you very much Let's bring Ninet up again Ninet, hun