The Cherry Lane


I'm back to Cherry Lane, nothing's still the same,
no one knows me in the town where I was born.

Down by the Cherry Lane, they learned to live with pain,
living in the grave, they learned to praise the rain.

Sorrow, lying on the floor,
how much longer I've to bear this burden on my soul?


"Long-knife night" burned the air, I had to run away,
leaving the promise : "Ba, I'll get you out of there"!

I've tried so hard, I swear, but I failed to save my Ba,
down by the Cherry Lane, you'll never see her again.

Sorrow, lying on the floor,
how much longer I've to bear this burden on my soul?


She wrote: "How could you know how it feels when you fall, 
when you're down and alone, when you're losing control,
when you're sinking like a stone, when you're smelting like snow,
in the rain of bullets with your back to the wall"? She wrote:
"How could you know how it feels when you're cold
while your hometown is burning like a piece of coal
and you've got no sense of what is short or what is long,
when yesterday seems so far like ten bloody years ago!"

Sorrow, lying on the floor --
all until the end I'll bear this burden on my soul!

Mile Lukic