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BLACK MARKET DEALERS
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Bombed ruins form the skyline
burnt places all around
people trading their possessions
a keepsake for some bread
Crowded trains full of people
remindful of a cattle transport
families get separated
on the way to their new homes
Still the children search for cover
when they hear the airplanes
their bags are always packed
just with dolls, books and pencils
It's the summer of fourty-five
black market dealers are in the streets
but we all feel so alive
now we get again what we need
The first black men they ever saw
were among the foreign soldiers
some of them were really kind
bringing food and sometimes sweets
No more sirens in the night
which made you run into the basement
no more fear of foreign soldiers
who came to search the house
It's the summer of fourty-five
black market dealers are in the streets
but we all feel so alive
now we get again what we need
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Bombed ruins form the skyline burnt places all around people trading their possessions a keepsake for some bread Crowded trains full of people remindful of a cattle transport families get separated on the way to their new homes Still the children search for cover when they hear the airplanes their bags are always packed just with dolls, books and pencils It's the summer of fourty-five black market dealers are in the streets but we all feel so alive now we get again what we need The first black men they ever saw were among the foreign soldiers some of them were really kind bringing food and sometimes sweets No more sirens in the night which made you run into the basement no more fear of foreign soldiers who came to search the house It's the summer of fourty-five black market dealers are in the streets but we all feel so alive now we get again what we need
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