My love, it's not fair to walk the streets in fear.
The city bleeds and it seems there was no-one around
when they broke a soul against the pavement,
when dead sea gulls crossed the sky.

They try to convince us that nothing's going on here.
In the meantime the city dies, there are those who demand vengeance.
They were determined to kill our ideology
and, unsatisfied, they're now sending their hound dogs after us.

My love, it's not fair to walk the streets in fear.
Soon they will be imposing a curfew and there will be shelters on fire.
Let's respond before it's too late,
or you may wake up one dayand find no-one around.

Who to look in the eye and tell
that it's not fair to walk, my love,
that it's not fair to walk
the streets in fear.

That it's not fair to walk, my love,
that it's not fair to walk
the streets in fear,
the streets in fear,
the streets in fear.