Sixties, lots of colors
We see red spots on her pink dress
The grey crowd watches in tears
How he fell on her knees

White rose, they're smiling in his face
Red rose, a shot takes him away
Welcome, welcome to our state
3 bullets already wait

This event shows how hell is real
We feel the echo of sorrow
How easily a human can kill
The soul of the crowd is hollow

Shot. Blood and silence
Shot. Crowd and violence