was there in the backstage when first light came around I grew up like a changeling to wait the first time around I could see all the weakness I could
3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5 Go I was there in the back stage When this light came around I grew up like a changeling To win the first time around I can see all
That is the vision of the anarchist It is also a boy's dream True to Warsaw, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated with riot
Well, who's missing the years? Crying catastrophe Escaping of freedom Freedom from 'fore To turn myth into power Limit to murder On with the black wolf
I was there in the backstage when first light came around I grew up like a changeling to wait the first time around I could see all the weakness I could
3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5, Go! I was there in the back stage, When first light came around. I grew up like a changeling, To win the first time around. I can see
Quand j'y suis arrive la gare etait deserte Varsovie au matin, c'est un peu triste a voir, c'est vrai Capitaliste oblige, je tire un peu de cash pour
First they occupied our country, then they spread their vicious lies Evil propaganda, filled our ranks with double-dealing spies They cornered off a reservation
(P.A.Bertoli-G.Brandolini) Mentre e notte a Varsavia piove forte lampi e tuoni che spaccano il cielo che e piu nero del velo che copre la morte a
Closing time is hours past The buses and the trams suspended Even drunks are off the streets And call-girls? phones are disconnected And they?ve shut
Man come to power with evil in his eyes His hatred for a people he vowed to see die Locked them up forever but not in a cell No, he put these people
Dos generaciones menos dos generaciones mas Fechas, tan solo fechas Yo estoy aqui, tu estabas alla El pico y la pala, el hielo en los dedos te estas
You lost your serve You lost your swing You thought you'd heard of everything Hell no From Oakland to Warsaw Don't you know the kids were all wrong Raise
Chez moi a Varsovie Ou j'ai grandi a l'ombre A l'ombre de la gloire de Chopin Je ne sais pas pourquoi Cette melodie me fait penser a Varsovie Une place
True to ourself, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated the riot scenes In fear of a baseballbat Working class intellectuals
E i volontari laici scendevano in pigiama per le scale per aiutare i prigionieri facevano le bende con lenzuola, e i cittadini attoniti fingevano di non
Madame promene son cul sur les remparts de Varsovie Madame promene son c?ur sur les ringards de sa folie Madame promene son ombre sur les grand-places
