Lirik Lagu Black Market Dealers - Funker Vogt
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Bombed ruins form the skylineBurnt places all aroundPeople trading their possessionsA keepsake for some bread
Crowded trains full of peopleRemindful of a cattle transportFamilies get separatedOn the way to their new homes
Still the children search for coverWhen they hear the airplanesTheir bags are always packedJust with dolls, books and pencils
It's the summer of fourty-fiveBlack market dealers are in the streetsBut we all feel so aliveNow we get again what we need
The first black men they ever sawWere among the foreign soldiersSome of them were really kindBringing food and sometimes sweets
No more sirens in the nightWhich made you run into the basementNo more fear of foreign soldiersWho came to search the house
It's the summer of fourty-fiveBlack market dealers are in the streetsBut we all feel so aliveNow we get again what we need
Crowded trains full of peopleRemindful of a cattle transportFamilies get separatedOn the way to their new homes
Still the children search for coverWhen they hear the airplanesTheir bags are always packedJust with dolls, books and pencils
It's the summer of fourty-fiveBlack market dealers are in the streetsBut we all feel so aliveNow we get again what we need
The first black men they ever sawWere among the foreign soldiersSome of them were really kindBringing food and sometimes sweets
No more sirens in the nightWhich made you run into the basementNo more fear of foreign soldiersWho came to search the house
It's the summer of fourty-fiveBlack market dealers are in the streetsBut we all feel so aliveNow we get again what we need
