| London is burning, ignited with love
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| Misunderstandings, descend from above
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| Paris has fallen; |
| the flag has been raised
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| A nation in ruins, once pompous and great
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| Brothers are fighting, in pleasure and pain
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| There is no refuge, in the ladies of Spain
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| Brussels is drowning; |
| the flood has commenced
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| The secrets of Europe, are waking again
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| Berlin is falling; |
| it has been besieged
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| Europe is burning, for you and for me
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| Rome is collapsing, just like before
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| This is the future, it’s Europe at war
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| «Let me take your little hand, let me make you understand
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| That the world is not as beautiful and free, like you believe»
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| Belgrade is bleeding; |
| the past was retrieved
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| Prague under siege, in tears we concede
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| The uproars in Munich, in crystals they march
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| Amsterdam trembles; |
| there’s no light in the dark
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| Brothers are fighting, in pleasure and pain
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| There is no refuge, in the ladies of Spain
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| Vienna has perished, consumed by its past
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| Zurich is ruined; |
| the gold did not last
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| Berlin is falling; |
| it has been besieged
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| Europe is burning, for you and for me
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| Rome is collapsing, just like before
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| This is the future, it’s Europe at war |