Fantasia

A room, a house, a city
Empty streets and shadows in the darkness
In Berlin tired soldiers of every age
Above the walls with the women by their side
Fantasy that soon everything will end
In Paris, London, and in all the cities

It was a Friday night of silences and full moon
How much tension there was down in the city
and how much in that room

On the Seine a lonely barge goes
Champagne flowing, ammunition and people who don't know
In Paris among extinguished streetlights the complicity
Cigarettes and voices for an hour of happiness
Fantasy that soon everything will end
In Berlin, London, and in all these cities

It was a Friday night, silences and full moon
How much tension there was down in the city
How much tension there was...

Hey! Muted bell tolls now
Radio London a message in the Thames a wave
Lord and Lady another whiskey will change
But in the pubs these English are no longer standing
Fantasy that soon everything will end
In Berlin, in Paris, and in all the cities

It was a Friday night of silences and full moon
How much tension there was down in the city