The electricity is gone
They bombed the infrastructure
Even today we can’t watch Bel & Sebastien
Candle lights, romantic seating
Gas lamps like the ones in camping
No tent for romantic sleeping
Sometimes fluorescent lamps on car batteries going
The rich can afford their engines in the 80s
While everybody has ishtirak in the 90’s
For 10.000 lira per month
And Nora’s tree grew up high
Long queues waiting for water provision
Long queues waiting for bread submission
At five in the morning, the radio still going
Counting the number of dead
Counting the number of injuries
Counting the number of
Destroyed houses
Destroyed shops
Destroyed quarters
Destroyed bridges
Destroyed highways
The water is gone
They bombed the infrastructure
Even today we can’t take, our daily shower
Metal tanks, romantic dreaming
Plastic tanks like the ones in camping
No lift only romantic walking
Up to the fourth floor with gallons in their hands
The child carrying alone ten liters in the 80’s
While everybody calls the cistern in the 90’s
For 5.000 lira up to the fourth floor
And Nora’s tree, still grew up high
Long queues waiting for water provision
Long queues waiting for bread submission
At five in the morning, the radio still going
Counting the number of dead
Counting the number of injuries
Counting the number of
Destroyed houses
Destroyed shops
Destroyed quarters
Destroyed bridges
Destroyed highways
More dead, more injuries
More houses destroyed
The day repeats itself
And Nora’s tree
Still grew up high
They bombed the infrastructure
Even today we can’t watch Bel & Sebastien
Candle lights, romantic seating
Gas lamps like the ones in camping
No tent for romantic sleeping
Sometimes fluorescent lamps on car batteries going
The rich can afford their engines in the 80s
While everybody has ishtirak in the 90’s
For 10.000 lira per month
And Nora’s tree grew up high
Long queues waiting for water provision
Long queues waiting for bread submission
At five in the morning, the radio still going
Counting the number of dead
Counting the number of injuries
Counting the number of
Destroyed houses
Destroyed shops
Destroyed quarters
Destroyed bridges
Destroyed highways
The water is gone
They bombed the infrastructure
Even today we can’t take, our daily shower
Metal tanks, romantic dreaming
Plastic tanks like the ones in camping
No lift only romantic walking
Up to the fourth floor with gallons in their hands
The child carrying alone ten liters in the 80’s
While everybody calls the cistern in the 90’s
For 5.000 lira up to the fourth floor
And Nora’s tree, still grew up high
Long queues waiting for water provision
Long queues waiting for bread submission
At five in the morning, the radio still going
Counting the number of dead
Counting the number of injuries
Counting the number of
Destroyed houses
Destroyed shops
Destroyed quarters
Destroyed bridges
Destroyed highways
More dead, more injuries
More houses destroyed
The day repeats itself
And Nora’s tree
Still grew up high
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