Black Market Dealers Lyrics
| Song | Black Market Dealers |
| Artist | Funker Vogt |
| Album | Maschine Zeit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Schmidt, Thomas | |
| 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 chorus: 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 |
| zuo ci : Schmidt, Thomas | |
| 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 chorus: it is the summer of fourtyfive blackmarket dealers are in the streets but we all feel so alive now we get again what we need |
| zuò cí : Schmidt, Thomas | |
| 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 chorus: it is the summer of fourtyfive blackmarket dealers are in the streets but we all feel so alive now we get again what we need |
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