I've got one pistol,
With one bullet in my hand...

In time there will be a war,
For oil and gas...

No poem can describe the pain that I'm feeling...
No plaster can heal the wound in my soul...

Soms zou ik willen er niet was,
Nooit geboren...

My pistol is loaded,
My mind full of hate...

If you hate me tell me,
So I don't spill my time...

I'm so happy,
I hear you scream...

I hear the rain,
The storm, The thunder...

Don't look back,
Turn around and walk out the door...

Never I felt this pain growing inside,
Searching for a place to hide...

I'm walking through the city,
Seeing everybody passing by...

A 13 year old girl afraid for the future,
A 13 year old girl afraid to die...