Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
Control our ways and lives completely
Our minds are torn, time left it's traces
Controlled by tv screens and letters
That point out assimilation
To trends and movements from outside
Fall victim to this infiltration
Here in the heart of Europe
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore (x2)
No room for individuality
Grey masses who think one way only
More like robots through the streets
In our thinking we stand lonely
Once a land of art and culture
Now slave to streams from outside
Our nation's culture, doomed and dying
Like a candle's fading light.
Here in the heart of Europe
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore (x2)
Our landscape raped by different armies
Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
Control our ways and lives completely
Our minds are torn, time left it's traces
Everybody's just consuming
What the media's dictating
And they all have just forgot
The joy that is to creating
Here in the heart of Europe
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore (x3)
Our landscape raped by different armies Soldiers, slaves who have no faces Control our ways and lives completely Our minds are torn, time left it's traces Controlled by tv screens and letters That point out assimilation To trends and movements from outside Fall victim to this infiltration Here in the heart of Europe No one stands up proud no more Here in the heart of Europe Our culture is a dying whore (x2) No room for individuality Grey masses who think one way only More like robots through the streets In our thinking we stand lonely Once a land of art and culture Now slave to streams from outside Our nation's culture, doomed and dying Like a candle's fading light. Here in the heart of Europe No one stands up proud no more Here in the heart of Europe Our culture is a dying whore (x2) Our landscape raped by different armies Soldiers, slaves who have no faces Control our ways and lives completely Our minds are torn, time left it's traces Everybody's just consuming What the media's dictating And they all have just forgot The joy that is to creating Here in the heart of Europe No one stands up proud no more Here in the heart of Europe Our culture is a dying whore (x3) Explain Request ×
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