Текст песни Bicycles for Afghanistan - Молчание сирен

every day is the voltage
black smoke , the noise of cars .
I hear the cries , you do not sleep
same as me.
but the city is asleep, you rarely breathe
sirens you will not hear ,
without a call lift the eyelids .
this city is mine.
the twinkling windows, under the light of lanterns
We lost our dreams .
among dissimilar days can breath?
this city is mine.
this city is mine ...
we run from what you call your home ,
in their own filth continuing to sink.
We have a dream of freedom , and we do not cheat!