Don’t Wonna Go

August 1998 by Flying Stone

Verse 1
A child I’ve been so lucky
in my head nice things like games and fun
There was no room for trouble, problems, sorrow
But suddenly the people
started fighting ‚gainst each other
for religion or their nationality

Once more a new life
Oh no, oh no, no
What is my country, oh
Show me where it is
They say: go home
You are not one of us
But here, all my friends
I don’t wonna go, no

Verse 2
I did not understand
The reason for to fight and for to kill
I’ve prayed to god, the god of all, for help
We had to flee from home and land
And then we came  to Germany

Verse 3
Hated all the people and
Their language that I did’t speak
Hated myself, cried day by day, night by night
… I’s so lonesome …
But I struggled, learned the language
Learned to love my days, then I found friends
All seemed quite good until the letter

© 1998 Flying Stone