The Hours on the Fields

How Many Hours

Compose / Lyrics / Vocal / Jascha Richter.



Mothers giving birth to a little son

crying in the rain of falling bombs

Father he is young but deep and wise

You see the fighter inside his eyes

Hold me cover my sight

This is no paradise

Don't show me

the evil sides of the world

How many hours and how many days

love is just slipping away

How many seasons and how many years

in tears

How many centuries and how many lives

in fear

People selling flowers like nothing's going on

turning their backs on a world gone wrong

Children play around I guess they found some wheels

You see them running down the naked fields

Hold me cover my sight

This is no paradise

Don't show me

the evil sides of the world


How many hours and how many days


love is just slipping away


How many seasons and how many years