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  1. Denny

From the recording Chronicles of a Collapse

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Somewhere in a distant land by a vacant sea
Stands the wreckage of the building where you’ve danced with me

I never gave up loving you, I buried you inside
I close my eyes and see the ‎poplar trees and the sunlight
The gravel of the road by the cemetery gate
And all those black cars in a row in a motorcade

I was eleven, you – fourteen, the year the war began
Back then – I thought I was a teen, I thought you were a man
The children’s dance at the resort. The longing for romance
My palms got sweaty, my heart stopped, when you asked me to dance

Your hair was golden, your eyes – quartz. I’ve never danced before
The band had played a slow waltz. We swirled across the floor
The sapphire waves. The orange ‎sun. The glow of the sand
It took two nations and a gun to make a girl’s dream end

This was in nineteen eighty nine, before the Wall came down
The next day, everything seemed fine, you rode your bike to town
The first news of gunfire came in. Our peaceful world was gone
People were afraid. Nobody knew what’s going on

I won’t forget the terror in your parents’ eyes that day
Or how your sister’s hair went from black to ashen gray
They brought you on a stretcher, and the sheet was stained in red
I blankly stared, with the waltz still playing in my head

Denny! – you’re a part of all I am; both love and hate
I should’ve saved you from that brawl between two bickering states
The old regime would soon collapse, and the free world would win
That victory was bought by us: one boy’s life, one girl’s dream

Somewhere in a war torn land by a distant sea
Stands the wreckage of the building where you danced with me
The cemetery, and your grave, to which I cannot get
I know the poplar trees are waltzing there at sunset

Your hair was golden, your eyes – quartz. I’ve never danced before
The band had played a slow waltz. We swirled across the floor
The sapphire waves. The orange ‎sun. The glow of the sand
It took two governments, one gun to make a girl’s dream end

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