Es Brent
Akloleh
It's Burning
It's burning! Brothers, it's burning!
Oh, our poor little town, alas, it's burning.
With the winds blowing through the streets,
Raging flames and smoke rising,
Stronger than the wild flames,
Everything around is already burning!
It's burning! It's burning.
And you stand and act like nothing's wrong,
With your hands in your pockets,
And you stand and act like nothing's wrong,
Our town is burning.
It's burning!
Oh, our poor little town, alas, it's burning.
The fire's already spreading,
The whole town is ablaze,
And the winds are howling.
The whole town is burning!
It's burning! Brothers, it's burning.
It's burning, brothers, it's burning!
Oh, soon the moment will come,
Our city together with us,
Shall go up in flames,
It should stay, like after a disaster,
But only empty black winds!
It's burning!
Brothers, it's burning.
The help is only in your own hands,
If this town is dear to you.
Stand with your own blood,
Prove that you can do it.
With your hands in your pockets,
You won't stop the fire,
Our town is burning!
Our town is burning! It's burning!
It's burning!
