Dead in Copenhagen - Asylum Pyre

On the first day morning

The winter sun is rising on this cold city

Where our future will be judged

Decision makers from each country

And much too grudge

Drawing the future in your golden planes

Please remember we are living in the same plains

Standing still

Watching you, waiting for a new deal

We just ask you to share the bill

For us the damages are already real

You had the power

To turn the tide

What have you done with your cash and your damn pride?

What a cold showr!

The hope of us all

Is fading away like a last station call

What hav you done?

Each of your wrong, but mighty, decision

Guided by financial considerations

Is one punch more in my face

Is one bomb more in my place

In my life