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