All down there    They seem to be exhausted   A war is finished and another starts   And at the traffic lights too many cars   Always red, at the green   They always kill you   If you are not ready      …A crying ghost      All down there    They seem to have no time to lose   But only if they could see the meaning   They would pray knelt down so that it ended soon   Mistake after mistake   They become hard men      …Loaded guns      All down there   They seem not to want to see me   But I’ am here and I’m waiting…them   I know the meaning   And they will come with their secrets   Without laughing in my face   They’ll cry for what they’ve been      …For all this time