This song is performed by Brainstorm.
Broken glass
Smoke and ash
Take you away through the underpass
The men outside look at you
And long to do what I'm going to
Europa
Laid bare
Europa
My old friend
Take off your clothes
Lay down your hair
Lie under the covers
Over there
Cities fall, cities burn
Men line up to take a turn
Europa
We look beneath the surface
We'll tell you what we see
It is the same old story that
We see in history
The birds have flown and giants fall
Machines don't run behind the wall
When something is born as the old ways burn
As sure as the tide it starts to turn
Oh, we stand, tired on our feet,
And we read the news, as paper blows down the street.
And we sing our sadness across the yards,
And we pray, we pray,
The future won't be so hard.
We stand tired on our feet,
And we read the news, as paper blows down the streey
And we sing our sadness across the yards,
And we pray, we pray,
The future won't be so hard
Writer(s): Eugen-Bogdan Popoiag, Cezar-Cristian Stanciulescu
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