To do what in that time, you know, we
We had to give what moves there was
They, somehow, you had to give the background to it
You had to describe the

Physical environment of the story, if there was one
And out of this group, a kind of personalized news essay
Thing
I didn't have any real idea of the impact on this country
Till I came back

War is over!
But I still hear the crack of machine guns
The party has just begun
And I already see what people have become

The night is colder!
And now I'm feeling the burden in my arms
I should be the only one
To face this fight, stand my ground, and never run

Perhaps you'd like to know
What an American reporter thinks about
On his last night in London

Three years ago tonight, I also saw New York
With a vague feeling that European history
Was about to burst from its own centrifugal force
And I wanted a close-up view

Be the last soldier!
No matter how you fall, you'll rise, you'll fight to win
Haunting memories
Don't let them change who you are or what you see