The Dark Side of Old Europa Lyrics

Beneath the dust of the worn out wars,
old memories of coal and steel,
engraven of the bricks of the houses,
under the debris of the ancient buildings of abuse.

To us, sons of the war
give us our freedom back,
give us back our vanished dignity,
give us back our respect

Centuries of blood and freedom,
in between crowns and luxurious buildings,
the stench of the plague, the flavour of love,
fill without the squares of hate.

To us, sons of the war
give us our freedom back,
give us back our vanished dignity,
give us back our respect

Old auster, Europa superb
You poured the blood of the righteous in the cups of the tyrants.

Old tired Europa

Tore down by yourself, by your vanity,
gray stained by the gunpowder,
corrupted by the acrid smoke of plastic, stakes and human pyres.