Funker Vogt

Funker Vogt - Black Market Dealers lyrics

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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



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
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