When the War Is Over

The garden is not there anymore And all grass is also gone I remember when I first saw you’re sitting there And of course I can't forget those eyes Everything has fucking changed The face of this city has also changed No more traffic congestion, nomore children laugh No more palm trees on the boulevard Only the ruins of the building And the smell of burning gun powder War has removed everything, and take everything But can't take my memories of you I don't care about the regime who take control I don't care about what they call Revolution I just want to see you, hear your Violin sound Enjoy a glass of beer and see you smile And when this damn war is over I promise I'll wear my best clothes And then run to your house I will stand in front of your door and ask you Would you have dinner with me ? And when this damn war is over Would you come out with me Hold my hand and just to feel free But don't laugh at me, if I look awkward When your eyes look at me I stand in front of these ruins Once this is a musical store I still remember when you were there And we've talked about alot of things Amid the booms of artillery Amid the barrages of fucking guns You wore your white dress Yes it was the last time I saw you before you go I hear that you safely arrived at the border Far from this destruction and far from this war I hope this all ends soon and back the same way again I'm still here, and I say to my self