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Black Market Dealers Lyrics
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
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 is 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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