A room, a house, a city
Empty roads and shadows in the darkness.
In Berlin tired soldiers of all ages
Above the walls with the women who are near them
Fantasy that will soon be over
In Paris, London and all the cities.
It was a Friday, nights of silence and full moon
How much tension was there in the city
and how much in that room.
On the Seine a lonely boat goes
Champagne flowing, ammunition and people who do not know. I
In Paris, complicity among the turned off streetlights
Cigarettes and voices for an hour of happiness.
Fantasy that will soon be over
In Berlin, London and all these cities.
It was a Friday, nights of silence and full moon
How much tension was there in the city
How much tension was there ...
Ehi! Riddles of mute bells by now
Radio London, a message in the Thames ,a wave.
Lord and Lady another whiskey will change
But in the pubs these English people no longer stand.
Fantasy, that will soon be over
In Berlin, in Paris and in all the cities.
It was a Friday, night of silence and full moon
How much tension was there in the city...