| Our landscape raped by different armies
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| Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
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| Control our ways and lives completely
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| Our minds are torn, time left its traces
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| Controlled by TV screens and letters
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| That point out assimilation
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| To trends and movements from outside
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| Fall victim to this infiltration
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| Here in the heart of Europe
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| No one stands up proud no more
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| Here in the heart of Europe
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| Our culture is a dying whore
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| No room for individuality
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| Grey masses who think one way only
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| More like robots through the streets
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| In our thinking we stand lonely
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| Once a land of art and culture
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| Now slave to streams from outside
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| Our nations culture, doomed and dying
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| Like a candle’s fading light.
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| Our landscape raped by different armies
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| Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
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| Control our ways and lives completely
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| Our minds are torn, time left its traces |