Europa Ha Muerto

I remember when I arrived here.
Without a face and without illness.
The things I used to do.
Out there on the battlefield.

There are no Russians in the Kremlin. No!
There are no bases in Vienna. No! No!
There are no banks in Switzerland. No!
There are no ruins in Greece. No! No!
Europe is dead.
Europe is dead.

I buried Brigitte Bardot,
in the forest of dead roses.
Then I got drunk in Paris,
virgin of the Holy Hangover.

There is no wall in Berlin. No!
There are no bases in Vienna. No! No!
There are no banks in Switzerland. No!
There is no Pope in Rome. No! No!
Europe is dead.
Europe is dead.

They brought me to the hospital.
Something in my head doesn't work.
I was an American soldier.
Now I am the last European.

There is no wall in Berlin. No!
There are no bases in Vienna. No! No!
There are no banks in Switzerland. No!
There are no punks in London. No! No!
Europe is dead.
Europe is dead.