Our landscape raped by different armies Soldiers, slaves who have no faces Control our ways and lives completely Our minds are torn, time left its 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 its 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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
