There's fighting in the streets
And there's guns beneath the sheets
And there's girls and boys fighting
For their freedom, one and each
There's tears in my eyes
As I am forced to fight
Against an occupation
One greater than I
Fight on
My little bird
Oh, I'm running, jumping, flying
Gunning faster, fighting faster than the world
Fight on
My little bird
Oh, I'm running, jumping, flying
Gunning faster, feeling faster than the world
Guerrilla warfare
Was a daily struggle
But there are no trees
And this is no jungle
A partisan affair
Is there anybody there?
A lovers quarrel
Buried under rubble
Fight on
My little bird
Oh, I'm running, jumping, flying
Gunning faster, fighting faster than the world
Fight on
My little bird
Oh, I'm running, jumping, flying
Gunning faster, feeling faster than the world
Fight on
My little bird
Oh, I'm running, jumping, flying
Gunning faster, fighting faster than the world
Fight on
My little bird
Oh, I'm running, jumping, flying
Gunning faster, feeling faster than the world
Walk with me down memory lane
Oh, be forced to repeat our history
So walk with me down memory lane
Oh, be forced to repeat our history, oh
