A Bar In Amsterdam (Бар в Амстердаме)

Nine hours passed and how long will it last
says the man with the plan and a gun in his hand.
He´s scared but prepared it might be as he feared
are they still in control and safe behind the wall.
This evening´s too quiet oh we need a real riot
to shake and to break and to bite like a snake.
We´re stuck in this attic so bored and so static
tomorrow they´ll ask us to throw off our masks.

But the storm is a´coming ´cross the hills tonight
like a vain full of rain to the
hearts that should fight.
The storm is a´coming ´cross the hills tonight
like a vain full of rain to the
hearts that should fight.

Mary´s like me she´s a loser to be
got a lock on her door and a bed on the floor.
They will know they will win and then they´ll come in.
There´s nothing you could say to lead them astray.

We still live in silence like sworn threats of violence.
I long for an end and it´s coming round the bend.
If we live through this night and we´d still be allright.
We´d flee to Siam or a bar in Amsterdam.

But the storm is a´coming ´cross the hills tonight
like a vain full of rain to the
hearts that should fight.
The storm is a´coming ´cross the hills tonight
like a vain full of rain to the
hearts that should fight.