Brothers

We’ve been travelling through hell
deep down for fourty years
the sun rose on a bloodred sky
it was shining in our tears.

A foreign regime, well known puppets
directed this performance
the world around, the life we lived
fear built up our alliance.

Communism came, saw and terrified
policemen went undercover
the most menial created the ÁVH
there was no time to hover.

In 56 we began a revolution
betrayers hung on every lamppost
with their blood we wrote the message
that we’ll fight for freedom at all costs.

The russians prove us wrong
when we thought alone we’re strong
were left to die by the whole wide world
there’s no place we belong.

Now the political state has changed
but the faces are the same
I’d rather see them on those lampposts
than be a puppet in their game.