(Instrumental)

[English translation of the lyrics in the CD booklet:]
No-one knows
Whose turn it will be tomorrow
The skies above the refugee camp are grey
Dreams hastily scrawled on the walls

Beneath the slogans
The children from the city
Play their game
Death

No-one knows, no-one knows

The heroes of today are announced dead
On the evening news
Ordinary people making the headlines
For a few seconds
Only to vanish
Without a trace
In the current
Of another day's events

No-one knows, no-one knows
But I know that tomorrow's victims
Will bring a new dawn closer
No-one knows