War of the Flea

Songs in the night, slip through the trees;
Deep inside your city, you will find me.
War of the small, war of the flea,                                         
Where the strongest bomb is a human, thirsting to be free.                         
And your eyes will be my lantern; your heart will show the way;
To sow the seeds of courage we need to fight today.
To build a better future for the children who remain,
Where their joy will be the sunshine; tears will be the rain.

Song of the night, shifts with the leaves;
Deep inside this country, you will find me.
War of the small, war of the flea;            
Where the strongest bomb is a human, searching to be free.
And the people are my shelter; their struggle is my bed;
Their life will be the pillow on which I lay my head.
And though death may come tomorrow, my dreams will come tonight,
To frighten off the demons, that tell me not to fight.

Songs in the night, drift with the breeze.
Everywhere on this planet, you will find me.
War of the small, war of the flea,
Where the strongest bomb is a human, bursting to be free,
bursting to be free,
(we were) bursting to be free.
(I was) bursting to be free.